I don't know which is lonelier: writing Yet Another Post or tossing content Facebook's way to garner a couple of Likes to be given back your pulsating cursor. As a Meg Ryan character might say, "I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void."

And you run, and you run
To catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around
To come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way
But you're older
Shorter of breath
And one day closer to death

-Pink Floyd, Time (1974)

Until a couple of years ago, I spent all of my adult life volleying email correspondence. Some 26 years. There was a beauty about this asynchronous connection, a simplicity. It was small talk over a cup of coffee at Cracker Barrel.

Those years were not today's terseness of texts, a Fall '97 semester VH1 Pop-Up video of Lisa Loeb info bits to just flail in the rapids of the notification torrent.

No, emails were just shared banter across a blue-checkered tablecloth at the Blue Plate Cafe:

...mostly it was "with a little help from my friends..."

...a time or two it was "how can we be lovers if we can't be friends..."

...then there were the "same old lang syne."

Email just plugged into the puzzle of the greater landscape.

That was then. Perhaps The Shawshank Redemption says it best, "The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry."

If that's what the world is all about now...

Yeah, if that's what you're all about
Good luck movin' up, 'cause I'm movin' out

-Billy Joel

I want to know, what is real?

Life is simpler now that I de-Googled. I don't pay half attention to my phone these days. The modern age has lost its luster; it no longer has a hold over me. The frizzled and frazzled world throws its tantrums and I just do not care. Roughly once a week, my pocket computer comes in handy to play a little music with my ear plugs in as I cut the grass, compliments of my conduction headphones. However, there will come a day when I'll scale that back.