They say that if you're not on facebook you do not exist.
Yesterday I completely deleted my account ...
and is a sweet pleasure. The
not exist ... it reminds me of when I lived in Milan.
One thing I liked about the city and the metropolis in general it is this ability to pass undisturbed, unnoticed.
Walk the streets, intersections, and people do not know who they are and do not know who you are.
No sharing of data, no words at random.
To understand their feelings you just look at their faces, frowning face, or open with a sweet smile. The fast pace or calm and sedate. The dress torn, stretched his coat, scarf hanging down ... I went to the streets and I looked around and felt my life without feeling threatened, without getting bumped if I picked a gaze rested on me for knowledge.
was different, was to imagine the lives of others and leave them ... it was dream was to write, was to create ...
Then with the new sites we came to know everything about everyone reading sentences every minute left to imagine the lives behind ... but in a different, less romantic ... you know that our page viewer does not know the truth, it will make a film but a film conditioned, limited creativity and sterile, non-productive and constructive. The real reason ...
abandonment are too fragile and sensitive e. .. I want to live in my world.
Perhaps in doing so I do not understand where "they are going the other" but I do not know if it is not so true ...
They say that the positive attract positive and vice versa for the negative ... I'm sick of reading
grievances, complaints, superficiality, to see kind words exchanged between people who hate everything I know to the use of a "virtual" world
When I told the people closest I had done the "Facebook suicide" a lot to me have said "I was thinking about too" ... makes me smile. After adding ... "but I actually keep it controlled. Another smile.
E '... nice to know that no longer exists. Going to the car park of the company at lunch I was thinking ... I'm out ... and suddenly I felt safe back on the road that runs alongside the railway station Cadorna, at that late winter afternoon, between the traffic the streetlights and the haste, with earphones and the smell crisp winter air.
I felt in my pure anonymity ...
Yesterday I completely deleted my account ...
and is a sweet pleasure. The
not exist ... it reminds me of when I lived in Milan.
One thing I liked about the city and the metropolis in general it is this ability to pass undisturbed, unnoticed.
Walk the streets, intersections, and people do not know who they are and do not know who you are.
No sharing of data, no words at random.
To understand their feelings you just look at their faces, frowning face, or open with a sweet smile. The fast pace or calm and sedate. The dress torn, stretched his coat, scarf hanging down ... I went to the streets and I looked around and felt my life without feeling threatened, without getting bumped if I picked a gaze rested on me for knowledge.
was different, was to imagine the lives of others and leave them ... it was dream was to write, was to create ...
Then with the new sites we came to know everything about everyone reading sentences every minute left to imagine the lives behind ... but in a different, less romantic ... you know that our page viewer does not know the truth, it will make a film but a film conditioned, limited creativity and sterile, non-productive and constructive. The real reason ...
abandonment are too fragile and sensitive e. .. I want to live in my world.
Perhaps in doing so I do not understand where "they are going the other" but I do not know if it is not so true ...
They say that the positive attract positive and vice versa for the negative ... I'm sick of reading
grievances, complaints, superficiality, to see kind words exchanged between people who hate everything I know to the use of a "virtual" world
When I told the people closest I had done the "Facebook suicide" a lot to me have said "I was thinking about too" ... makes me smile. After adding ... "but I actually keep it controlled. Another smile.
E '... nice to know that no longer exists. Going to the car park of the company at lunch I was thinking ... I'm out ... and suddenly I felt safe back on the road that runs alongside the railway station Cadorna, at that late winter afternoon, between the traffic the streetlights and the haste, with earphones and the smell crisp winter air.
I felt in my pure anonymity ...
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