(Erwin Olaf, Paradise Portrait)
So, I've been sitting here talking to a few friends on my cell phone. You know... that way that people used to communicate before Facebook, but long after emails and letter-writing?
I've tried to figure out why Facebook is such an unspeakable affront to some people. It's beyond me. Sure it's not a place for detailed or in-depth conversation about subjects, nor is it an environment in which traditionally sincere human relations are conducted, nor is it even really a place where anyone should seriously expect anything from anybody else. It's just a convenient way to be stupid in a consequence-free semi-public environment.
Its superficiality is its brilliance.
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