everything nowadays advertises communication. think of all the media, the Internet, cellphones, all sorts of gadgets and services designed to make us ‘communicate’. but do we really? going back and forth between my twitter account, my blog (the latest, since i’ve begun and deserted a few so far), my many e-mail accounts and instant messaging services, i often forget what i wanted to say, if i had anything to say and most of all i forget to think whether it is worth saying at all. continence is not a word in our modern dictionary. all these flickering signs demanding our attention, all these empty pages asking to be filled, they all dry us out, wear away our attention, dissolve our concentration. they’re little virtual paper monsters, mouths gaped, constantly asking to be fed. billions and billions of words are ejaculated each day into this barren, immense space, where they die a fast death and live no trace. left behind are minds projected outwards in a vain effort of finding themselves in the only place they’re not.