BECOMING A VIRTUAL ME
Becoming a virtual me…
To exist logically but not physically…
To answer Shakespeare's question; to be or not to be…
I decided to be a nameless, faceless entity in cyberspace…
Let go of the gender, the age, the race and nation…
Become an emoticon with a font..
A Me++ in cyberspace...
A pixel, a dot, with no display picture…
And why would I like to display what I don't have…
I am faceless as the wind…
See me however you please
I am nameless like a dream…
Or a nightmare..
Or both…
Because virtually, dreams and nightmares are the same…
They coincide in me…
The me that I chose to be…
The me that I don't understand..
The virtual me
**M++ is a term by William J. Mitchell from his book "Me++: The Cyborg Self and the Networked City "
CINKO
Daddy, please come home…
Where are you? And what is taking you so long?
Mummy says, you don't love her anymore..
But you love me, daddy, don't you?
So why not come for me…
Daddy, you have to come take care of me…
Mummy's gone insane…
She doesn't go out anymore..
Doesn't see people…
Doesn't eat, drink or sleep…
And she cries all the time
She said "I'm sorry I'm not a good mummy.
I can't take care of you or myself"
I said, "it doesn't matter.
Daddy will come soon and take care of both of us"
She laughed and said "Your daddy has the memory of the goldfish,
he probably forgot about us"
Daddy, please come home…
I know I should be strong,
I'm trying my best to make you proud…
But I'm tired and I need a hug.
So , daddy, please come home.
IF I BRING THE SUSHI, THE MOVIE AND MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE...
So you assumed that I wouldn't come,
just because I don't like sushi
and I don't want to see the movie.
But you forgot that I would do anything for you,
anything with you,
anything at all...
You made up your mind that I wouldn't enjoy it;
you went alone and never came back.
You assumed a lot, although you promised not to try to read my mind.
You assumed and you were wrong, but now, you're too angry to care.
And I keep wondering,
how you could remember your disappointment and
manage to forget my heart.
And I keep wondering,
how you could remember my number and never call...
And I keep thinking that maybe, just maybe...
If I travel the world to see you,
If I give up everything that I know for you,
If I go get the sushi, the movie and a my heart on my sleeve,
If I knock on your door,
I wonder...will you open the door?
Becoming a virtual me…
To exist logically but not physically…
To answer Shakespeare's question; to be or not to be…
I decided to be a nameless, faceless entity in cyberspace…
Let go of the gender, the age, the race and nation…
Become an emoticon with a font..
A Me++ in cyberspace...
A pixel, a dot, with no display picture…
And why would I like to display what I don't have…
I am faceless as the wind…
See me however you please
I am nameless like a dream…
Or a nightmare..
Or both…
Because virtually, dreams and nightmares are the same…
They coincide in me…
The me that I chose to be…
The me that I don't understand..
The virtual me
**M++ is a term by William J. Mitchell from his book "Me++: The Cyborg Self and the Networked City "
CINKO
Daddy, please come home…
Where are you? And what is taking you so long?
Mummy says, you don't love her anymore..
But you love me, daddy, don't you?
So why not come for me…
Daddy, you have to come take care of me…
Mummy's gone insane…
She doesn't go out anymore..
Doesn't see people…
Doesn't eat, drink or sleep…
And she cries all the time
She said "I'm sorry I'm not a good mummy.
I can't take care of you or myself"
I said, "it doesn't matter.
Daddy will come soon and take care of both of us"
She laughed and said "Your daddy has the memory of the goldfish,
he probably forgot about us"
Daddy, please come home…
I know I should be strong,
I'm trying my best to make you proud…
But I'm tired and I need a hug.
So , daddy, please come home.
IF I BRING THE SUSHI, THE MOVIE AND MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE...
So you assumed that I wouldn't come,
just because I don't like sushi
and I don't want to see the movie.
But you forgot that I would do anything for you,
anything with you,
anything at all...
You made up your mind that I wouldn't enjoy it;
you went alone and never came back.
You assumed a lot, although you promised not to try to read my mind.
You assumed and you were wrong, but now, you're too angry to care.
And I keep wondering,
how you could remember your disappointment and
manage to forget my heart.
And I keep wondering,
how you could remember my number and never call...
And I keep thinking that maybe, just maybe...
If I travel the world to see you,
If I give up everything that I know for you,
If I go get the sushi, the movie and a my heart on my sleeve,
If I knock on your door,
I wonder...will you open the door?
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