rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Domestication

When I first went on line, I spent the nights wandering the Web alone, like an outlaw i-biker. I had no place to be, no commitments, no destination in mind. I was a sacker of images, stumbling on unguarded treasures, all mine for the taking. It was autonomy and anonymity, and I reveled in the loneliness like a true urbanite in a strangely film noir world.
Ah, what have you done to me, Live Journal? Here I am, posting, commenting, answering comments, probably bonding; part of a community. My freedom compromised, I threaten to put down roots amid the suburban lawns of the normal world. What will become of me now?
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