Another Surfer's Blues
Tagging an empty website is like kissing your sister. It seems like a good idea until your parents find out. What? Wow, that’s horrible. Maybe I should be ashamed. Wait. I was getting to something. The website. Right. I was surfing the web when I came across a link. I clicked. I was sent to a page where I saw something I will never forget. But now I’m having trouble getting back. I don’t remember what I was doing, but I clearly remember there being inappropriate sites that kept popping up. I was annoyed with them and had to close countless windows with graphic violence, or nudity, or both. Back to my search for the Grail of tech nirvana. Amongst a plethora of windows and tabs, tabs and windows I believe I was taken to a nonexistent worm hole of the intangible universe where I saw a picture that was me. Yet I was doing something I have not, to my recollection, ever done. It was only on screen for a few brief moments, and I have trouble remembering the exact location, so I wait. Here at the site. Refresh. Home.