"Alas," breathed the young blogger sadly, "Alas!"
It had been a few long weeks of disillusionment, weeks of saying goodbye to friends as they embarked for colleges across the country while the young blogger stayed home to spend a year taking classes at a community college before becoming a collegiate student herself. She felt her usual why-would-I-be-on-Facebook-when-I-could-be-fashion-blogging attitude dissolve for a time in a frenzied clatter of typos and abbreviations and online chatting. She saw her free time disintegrate as her to-do list became longer and longer. She could taste the cool fall breeze whispering beneath the summer wind, a guerrilla slipping into enemy territory with plans for a coup. And she could almost smell the freshly-sharpened pencils, hear the clatter of notebooks and lectures, that signified the end of the season.
And so her blog posts dwindled.
But not for long.
A sudden urge to write about herself as if her life was a storybook struck, and so she channeled the urge into explaining her situation to her readers, gently assuring them that she had by no means given up on the blog.
And so she turned back to her book, Surfing on the Internet by J.C. Herz, found a quote that explained a great part of why the internet had captured her attention so deeply that she found herself missing her normal blog-to-blog interaction, and posted it for her readers.
"I. . . start thinking about this thing that buzzes around the entire world, through our phone lines, all day and all night long. It's right under our noses, and it's invisible. It's like Narnia, or Magritte, or Star Trek, an entire goddamned world. Except it doesn't physically exist. It's just the collective consciousness of however many people are on it.
"This really is outstandingly weird.
"This absolutely blows my mind." -- J.C. Herz