haptalaon | (no subject)

Oh, the ignominy and misery which comes from following a path which holds "being offline" as a spiritual value, while also knowing that only being online is the way to share it. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh; I spend all my time typing and finding images and feeling faintly dirty the whole time, like I can feel what it's doing to my body and mind - but I do want to share it, and so it goes.

It takes forever: that's what no one tells you about being online, how doing anything takes absolutely ages to make it accurate and looking good. I don't want to be online; I want to be practicing, and with people I know face to face.