Burying one's darkest thoughts in cyberspace is the ultimate irony.
After you click that "publish" button, the words are released into this massive and nearly meaningless infinity, for the viewing of random eyes and whatnot.
In the end, it's just like contributing more junk to landfill, feeding more drivel into the chaos of information overload that has completely taken over our lives.
If you have a strong grasp of what reality is, does the internet and your activities therein figure largely within that perception of your existence?
How much cyberspace do you own, and does it really belong to you?
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