tic-tac

New born. Again. This is not a question of be in a way mad. Is the net life. Whatever you do, time passes and things passed too. Obsolete. So…. this is a new start, again.

Living in the net is that way. Today you are, tomorrow you were…. perhaps nothing.

Browse the web, buy some nice stuff from ebay, write in a pair of forums, take a glance to the news online, perhaps a ticket research for the las movie in the theaters. All of this is momentary lapses. Tics in the netlife. Only tics. Like the Twiter chit-chat, your thougts are here for a few moments. Tic. You are not here. Tic. Where are you now? Tic. Who Hell are you???

But this is the netlife. Like a tic in your clock.

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