I think a large part of this strange phenomenon is my deep, life-long soul-tie love affair with the screen in front of me: the mirror is a relic of the past, the new abyss is right in front of our eyes. It's not the soul behind our own eyes we sink into, half-mesmerised, these days, but something much more intoxicating, much more magnetic and electric: The Invisible Other. I can be anyone I want to be on here, can't I? And you! You could be anyone, couldn't you? You could fall in love with me. Maybe you already have. Hardly matters, because I got mine and you got yours. Tot 'n sekere mate, I suppose. But still. Welcome to the internet 0_0 ...