The cyberesthetics is overwhelming. The social networks are killing me. Their steal my time and slowly tend to pressure my underestimated talent. A cyber romance is definitely a bad romance. With all my rising interested I try to delay different thing and release my desire to search. Likewise in ancient times people searched in libraries, had to cross hundreds of kilometers… and now we search in search engines, social networks and other web-services. I’ve discovered a lot of info about her. But I resisted the passion to reveal myself. I was close to her in a distance of one click. I’ve found even her cell number but what for? I won’t call. Hopefully. So now we are even closer. In a distance of 1 click, one button or even 1 meter. May be that is the same feeling which spies experience.
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