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Maybe I dream of Princess much better than I have dreamed of Bo because Princess died before we got wired up to the Internet. My life was much emptier then.
Emptier than this?
Heh, yeah, I suppose it can boggle the imagination to try to make that discrimination - that is, if you were, say, a neighbor considering my affairs, looking at my life from outside. Even so, although all my e-life has crapped out to a big zero, all these intimations of social life have made for a much more crowded mental landscape than was the case before e-life. And Bo, my bestest buddy, was probably marginalized appreciably.
Of course, that could be seen as a good thing. You don't want your most significant relationship to be with a pet. But, again, nothing came out of all that impassioned clicking and typing. It may as well have been just a more elaborate role-playing computer game. Nothing was ever real.
Emptier than this?
Heh, yeah, I suppose it can boggle the imagination to try to make that discrimination - that is, if you were, say, a neighbor considering my affairs, looking at my life from outside. Even so, although all my e-life has crapped out to a big zero, all these intimations of social life have made for a much more crowded mental landscape than was the case before e-life. And Bo, my bestest buddy, was probably marginalized appreciably.
Of course, that could be seen as a good thing. You don't want your most significant relationship to be with a pet. But, again, nothing came out of all that impassioned clicking and typing. It may as well have been just a more elaborate role-playing computer game. Nothing was ever real.
