I see something sad. Something I'm a part of. Maybe you are too.
I lift the sheets in the morning, eyes that have just begun to focus lead me to this box. My fingers like homing pigeons know just where to perch to connect me to the rest of the world. 8 new emails, 3 that advertise sales, 2 forwarded jokes, 2 job searches and 1 bill. Just another ground hog day as it registers that nothing personal awaited.
The next stop? Message boards. The coffees ready as the words of others placate a companionship. Shared opinions, well wishes, sometimes too much truth. But always the knowledge of a mirrored life out there somewhere.
Responsibilities call, the work day begins. Colleagues smile, animated over their latest evening out. Your mind goes to your own friends, it sinks in that they come to you in a font that was typed into a box and sent by a wire.
As the sun begins to set I find myself once again planted in a chair, with a glowing screen that hold promise of companionship as I check my email wishfully hoping for a box to pop up.