while in a borders book store inside my head
As I stand amongst thousands of compressed musical compositions I realize that it is impossible to know anyone else.Because we are only ourselves.
Then,while driving I realize that empathy is impossible,hence:
"Love your neighbor as yourself"
Then,while listening to an uncompressed,pure analog vinyl I realize that me in the world is a person watching a TV show they don't know the story line to.There is a meeting of the minds in social interaction.They stretch out beyond the self and mingle together,spirits in the air.A lone spirit is exactly that:lonely.
But I am missing this connection,this bridge that ego's can meet on.
I see only other ego's blaring,indiscernible.

...here is what happened...
I was online and in front of me was this blank space,to the left it said search.So I wrote my name.I wrote Luke Chrisinger....nothing.Nothing much.
I type in Jared Felicetti.I find out that Jared is a teleboarder,that he writes for teleboarder.com.I find out Jared was in some race at some point in his life.
And on I go.Mostly typing in the names of ex-classmates.
This may be because their is this site:http://genforum.genealogy.com/chrisinger/
and there are zero posts on it.And up pops a window telling me I can search for long lost classmates.So I begin to do this,even though my ex-classmates are neither lost nor long in my past.This is premature,it's all premature really.But who remembers?Who actually remembers anybody decades later?

So that is that.I exist online again.I'm alive online again.And no one knows probably.No one visits here anymore.

It's a joke.