Malcontent.

A side effect of the world becoming real, again: I'm tired of 'social networking'. I'm bored with much of the internet. Facebook annoys the piss out of me. Twitter's good for a quick laugh now and again, but it's never been a lot more than that to me. I've been drifting in and out of touch with LiveJournal and similar blogging for years. More and more, it feels like this giant crowded room full of chatter and not enough substance. Hearing about the euphoria and tragedy in the lives of loved ones through this media makes me feel so disconnected, so much like I can't offer anything to the people I care about. It means nothing that I RT or click 'Like' or drop some seventeen-word comment that I'm thinking of you.

But I am thinking of you. Through it all, this remains.

Who will write letters to me? I will write letters to you.