Today I decided to attempt not to go to sleep with a computer on my lap.
...After a couple of hours being entertained, and truly entertained, by Sylvia Plath's 'Bell Jar' my separation anxiety is just too much and here i am on the computer... in bed.
Gosh, I miss the good old days when i would be forced to bed at a certain hour and would read until 1 or 2 am, when my mother would come in and turn out the light angrily because i had promised to stop at chapter twenty-three and now only had 5 pages till the end. I think if i ever have Children I will own a dusty old atari-equivalent which will sit in a frightening cold basement under poor lighting and strange looking bugs just to detract my child from the addiction of chatting, twittering, blogging and general animated/ cyber-social time-holes I find myself so drawn to these days by convenience.
But I suppose that child would still probably be found shivering cold and puffy eyed, curled up in a swiveling desk chair at early hours of the morning, sulking that they didn't get to finish their last message to a friend, or edit their last thought... As i also remember fighting for in the later years of my adolescence.
I hope kids will read in generations to come. I hope they will read books. on paper with print and bedside lamps.
Reading always reminds me how to write. If I lose that I lose my memory and then nothing can be gained. Computers just do not offer the same permanence, the same loyalties.
I suppose I will try again tomorrow.
Goodnight.
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