So I receive this email from someone that has seen my picture on
some website or another and approaches me, via email, for NSA sex and, being an open-minded person, I ask him to send pictures of
himself, actually "many picture" and he totally did in addition to sort
of his whole life story, up to and including his current “openly mutually cheating”
relationship, and being polite, I sent back a critique of the pictures, his "poorly lit, very 'self--holding-phonecam' pic”
for which the color was off because of the lighting, and, so, he promised (twice and profusely) to get new pictures and send them right
away, but regardless, I didn’t have an
interest in this person, and really hadn’t expressed one, although there was an interest as to why he seeks the approval of this person
whose picture he had seen on a website, but that was explained sort of in his last email asking for one confirmation: “This is momo, right?”
One day after all of the start-ups become dried-ups and all the
domain names have been bought by Berkshire Hathaway and the only websites you see are by corporations, the needy desperate story of the Internet, how we reacted to it and how our interactions were transformed by it, will be
written, and it will be the saddest story ever written, except for "Old Yeller". And maybe the beginning of Bambi.
