Digital leash

Sometimes I sit and wait for communication.

Check my buddy list every three seconds, have my desktop automatically update every time I have an email sent to me, cell phone on vibrate and ring.

I'm even afraid to leave the room or wear my headphones.


And yet there are other days when I go and sit under a tree down by the art museum with a book and a pencil and tell the rest of the world to go fuck itself, nice and proper.

Curious.