My excuse

Life without the Internet constricts me in ways I didn’t know it could – I find I’ve forgotten how to determine what to wear without my daily weather forecast, not trusting my tingled toes as I stand, shivering drippily in a towel on the balcony of my apartment. Newspapers were thick, finger-staining chunks of beloved words, now inconvenient in their bulkiness and the way they fall apart when carelessly grasped at the spines.

I find myself suspended now above the shifting water-vapour-bits-and-bytes of cyberspace, shoals of silvered data streaming past without me even realizing. My thoughts fall through the wide bars of my memory, like plankton, unwritten, and quickly lost.

The ‘Net is my net, my catch is the world, and I am missing it, terribly.