Sung to the tune “Laudamus Te”

I’ve created an artificial external world of living things and events in my email. Its like I have a social life, a real life. But it’s not. It’s the ad from Borders that tells me to get a Latte and a book, or the ad from the online college. Their rhythm is predictable. Like live things. I always know after a hard day battling with reality that they will be there in my inbox waiting for me to delete them. But in doing so, I acknowlegd their aliveness.