Our personal dramas floating in an impersonal ocean.
We wear our screens like masks
Hide behind them like walls
And we can be so brave.

The web is the modern equivalent of the Wild.
I should start some kind of postmodern cult called Digitalism or something. Preaching that god is somewhere on the internet (the devil's in the cookies). Let there be bytes..
Pray morning and evening in front of your monitors.
You probably do anyway
And when you die you become one with the Information.

So can self-distraction be self-destructive?
Or is self-destruction merely a form of self-distraction?

Reading between the lines is banned today.
Beware of the conscience cops.