Nice & Slow

The net is frantic, a frenzy that can be compared well with the high season months of July and August. There are usually swarms of people milling about the town, exuding restlessness. I remember a particularly funny incident when a friend and me run into a couple of spruced up girls, him commenting: "She expects much from the evening".
And it's the same on Twitter. I added a few 'influential' TW generators the other day, and sure enough, I'm not even done reading the preceding afternoon posts, there are already new cries.
So one can deal exclusively with the virtual world, adding new sites, commenting upon and interlinking. Many strive consciously to become net celebrities.
I would be content with a virtual public existence if it provided for the Robinsonian part of my soul. I always go for secluded beaches, empty cafes and imagine my own cottage by a brook. I don't event have to mention the dream vacation of lighthouse accommodation available over here or simple gang fishing trips that I can actually make real for literally nothing. I often indulge in tirades how mobile phones are inherently sick, and quote a passage I read somewhere on medieval folk finding the belfry clock "too strict".
Happiness is a tricky thing and must be amalgamated. As Zizek said in a lecture I attended: "The happiest people in the world were Slovaks in 70s because two fundamental requirements were met: they were in opposition, and there was neither a far nor too near country where people were said to be better off".
With a blind eye to Our Town, I go for the quiet today.