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Tex Is Lost
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So I wake at 2:30 AM. And I can't get back to sleep.
Picking up my trust sidearm (my BlackBerrry), I wander through the threads reading, posting in a couple of threads, and noticing that I'm not alone.
Half glimpsed through the moonlit forest of threads I see other nocturnal visitors in this place . A trail of new replies sufficient to track their progress winds its way across our digital landscape.
Who are they? Where do they come from? Why are they wandering in this wilderness at this late hour?
And I wonder.
Do they see me? Does my own passage through the woods leave enough for them to trace my own wanderings?
Then I debate with myself...
Do I light a Private Message signal fire to ease my lonely walk? Or do I quietly move on through and leave The Night Shift to its quiet passage.
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Hope this made sense. Just got the urge to try being creatve
Picking up my trust sidearm (my BlackBerrry), I wander through the threads reading, posting in a couple of threads, and noticing that I'm not alone.
Half glimpsed through the moonlit forest of threads I see other nocturnal visitors in this place . A trail of new replies sufficient to track their progress winds its way across our digital landscape.
Who are they? Where do they come from? Why are they wandering in this wilderness at this late hour?
And I wonder.
Do they see me? Does my own passage through the woods leave enough for them to trace my own wanderings?
Then I debate with myself...
Do I light a Private Message signal fire to ease my lonely walk? Or do I quietly move on through and leave The Night Shift to its quiet passage.
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Hope this made sense. Just got the urge to try being creatve