The internet has taken the romanticism out of being alone in a dark bedroom with only yourself to answer to. Nearly compulsed to share the solitude. Announce to a horde of subpar acquaintances that we’re lonely, they should speak to us. Constant stimulus, instant gratification. The spiders spin their webs in corners where we seldom seem to look, no longer entranced by their intricate weave-work when other things fall quiet. The mind’s eyes now has an insatiable taste for approval, it doesn’t need to be respectable, you, a complete stranger will do. Go ahead, like this post, see how I relish in my empty room and fail to fall victim to the beauty of the outside world. Feed the beast and the beast will keep coming back for more.