Through the Night
I've been in bed with the kids and just thought that maybe i need to do a bit of writing.
It is the end of January and i can't believe how quickly it has all gone. Listening to OMD on You Tube. Its amazing all the stuff you can get at this time and at once. It's hard to recall the world before the internet. Before the internet, you had what you had around you. You had what you had around you. In your house. Your tapes, LPs, CDs, you had the radio. Your books. Your notes. Your badges. The stuff in magazines or fan books. What you knew you had in your hands. What you saw, you needed to know people to see. People who had the stuff. You borrowed things and you returned it. You met to exchange things. You spoke to people at meetings and through clubs.
I wrote letters. And i received them. In the attic i have bags and bags from friends and lovers. I have tokens we sent each other. I never look at them, but they are tangible proof that there was a time in my life when i was young - or younger.
You had friends that you never saw - lost contact with. Friends whom you'd wonder about. Friends who you'd make the effort to see. Or maybe you'd forget them entirely. Now if you can't find someone on facebook it either means they're really really lazy or dead.
Or perhaps stuck somewhere without internet connection.
Ah somewhere without internet connection. It sounds delightful. And terrifying at the same time.
Is it right that we should be able to dredge up 80s videos just like that? Or watch what Mika does on his 25th birthday? Or see the car crash politics taking place in Stormont, minute by minute. Second by second.
It is the end of January and i can't believe how quickly it has all gone. Listening to OMD on You Tube. Its amazing all the stuff you can get at this time and at once. It's hard to recall the world before the internet. Before the internet, you had what you had around you. You had what you had around you. In your house. Your tapes, LPs, CDs, you had the radio. Your books. Your notes. Your badges. The stuff in magazines or fan books. What you knew you had in your hands. What you saw, you needed to know people to see. People who had the stuff. You borrowed things and you returned it. You met to exchange things. You spoke to people at meetings and through clubs.
I wrote letters. And i received them. In the attic i have bags and bags from friends and lovers. I have tokens we sent each other. I never look at them, but they are tangible proof that there was a time in my life when i was young - or younger.
You had friends that you never saw - lost contact with. Friends whom you'd wonder about. Friends who you'd make the effort to see. Or maybe you'd forget them entirely. Now if you can't find someone on facebook it either means they're really really lazy or dead.
Or perhaps stuck somewhere without internet connection.
Ah somewhere without internet connection. It sounds delightful. And terrifying at the same time.
Is it right that we should be able to dredge up 80s videos just like that? Or watch what Mika does on his 25th birthday? Or see the car crash politics taking place in Stormont, minute by minute. Second by second.
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