walked into the office of a friend and he looked a bit guilty. on his screen was some familiar site… he immediately admitted that he had found it among my links. So he was reading this page. He felt as if he had been observing me through some special device.
I tried to explain that it was really okay and that whatever is written here does not really represent a reflection of what I really do…
or does it? I have been losing track of certain thoughts lately. I do not quite remember what I have already written and what I postponed, wanted to write later… and it is scary that I seem to remember less and less.
Will I soon dissolve into this website and exchange my real self for an illusive version of me, put here into strings of little words in my third language? Am I possibly in the midst of this process already?
All of the waiters at Pigalle, the little French bistro across 8th avenue are Russian. Pigalle actually seems to be a Russian restaurant. The conversation I had with the waiter should have tipped me off… the hostess and what appears to be the owner actually looked somehow familiar as well… Hmm…
There is one user connected to my iTunes right now… but I think it is time for me to go home and to take a walk… and maybe I should not log on anymore today… maybe I should try that. Something is telling me I will not really be able to resist… …
I can hear the sound effects of IM in the offices next to me… typing, the bells again… more typing.
I think I am not the only one who is turning into the idea of themselves…