My generation…

by epi

& the ones that come after me, we don’t know how to say goodbye. We never left home, not really. I’ve had facebook since my freshman year of college. I check it the moment I wake up. I know that there are some out there, who might judge me by the contents of my digitized address book. There are pictures, posts and thoughts dating back to late adolescence. Nothing is forgotten. No one is forgotten.

So why, then, do so many feel so alone? If we can have a record of almost everything we’ve ever said, if we are one click away from contact with almost anyone, why this shadow of pervasive loneliness? There’s more to say, but too much to do…

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