On a Desert Island

Nobody was beside me. Nobody was in front of me. Nobody was behind me. Alone, I was completely and utterly alone. I knew people were trying to contact me, and I kind of wanted to contact them back, but there I was, unreachable in a turbulent sea, on an island where my only companions were coconuts.

Alone, a word used by so many people, so many times not knowing how it feels to be truly disconnected from other sentient beings that you can really talk to.

To be truly capable of broadcasting how you feel. To be able to ask questions and know that someone will answer you after you ask them. To be able to express yourself and let others know what you feel. That is what I have not felt during my absence from my usual environment, during my unplanned, unwanted and unnerving stay on that solitary parcel of land.

Incredible isn't it? How I can't live one week without internet....