There’s more to life than just art.
There’s scrabble.
I like to play scrabble with Nathan, but for a while Nathan’s phone was lost.
His phone is back and to celebrate, I got the highest score I’ve ever got.
I have to ‘share’ such an event with the ‘world’.
In this social networked world, not much is secret.
Not much is private.
I need to know what time my ‘friends’ go to bed, if they’re ill, what they’re watching, who’s annoyed them, where they shop, what time they do it, where, who with.
And I like to know the groups they join and with which other member of the social network they’re now having sex.
I especially like to read their inspirational quote photos of kittens and dogs hugging on mountain tops.
If there is an afterlife, I’m sure someone will one day manage to access Facebook and send updates.
In fact, A while ago I received a message from my aunt asking for funds as she was stuck in the Philipines, her passport and all her money stolen.
My aunt died 2 years but her son hasn’t been able shutdown her profile.
Even in death, Facebook refuse to let you go.
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