I have been pulling back from the internet.

It gave me a place to be for so long

As a child I was afraid

To make a place for myself

In this topsy turvy world

However this place

Is succumbing to sickness

A progressive illnesses that has faced

Litraly every technology of its kind

Radio and Television before it

They will not die

They will decay

Ever more slowly ever less valuable

Ever more costly

In innumerable ways

I can no longer give myself to this place

I need to make room on the rock for us

The web is coming undone

As the earth welcomes us

To be her friend again

Or leave.