Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... The Night the Internet Died!...
*dedicato. Carlos Javani Akis.
The Night - Eternal! - when the Internet died, after-SEX-phone chatter took a dive, reverted back to smoking cigarettes and mumbles, WAS IT GOOF FOR U!...
The Night the Internet died KIDS gathered at street Cafes, at tables, holding, caressing like dead babies in the palms of their hands, useless pieces of Intel Plastic, looking sad... nobody spoke.
The Night the Internet died SOME Kids took up Hand-gliding, Guitar lessons, Drama Classes, Abstract Science, domestic activity, Cooking, Carpentry, Interior Design, gossiping whilst helping Mama hang out Laundry on the terrazzo, ALL took an UP-ward turn as invitations to Dinner at Home re-established, became, at first a reluctant Norm!...Minimal conversation.
PLASTIC trash LANDFILLS, of course, grew off the scale!!!...The Night the Internet died.
The Night the Internet DIED, people went on Vacations feeling UN-stability, became MUMMERS, WATCHERS of foreign, local, busy, living, working, smoking, drinking Vino folks in piazzas, trattorias, bistros, cafes at night< NOBODY KNEW WHAT TO DO!!! Nobody knew what to SAY! Nobody knew HOW TO SHARE! -for the Folks back Home...in their travel vacuum! SOME Tourist Pricks just wanted their money back!
The Night the Internet died a corroding GAP protruded like a festering scab of a Life-s TIMELINE, spotty at best, a POSTCARD. How does that Work...moment...A Post Office! THUS, a Mental Dark Age, the subject psychosis for debates to come of 1st Class Refugees, exclusive Cruise Boat People and the RE-integration for lost Kings of the Sun.
How WAS it for U, honey!
I CAME twice, but No Selfie!
c2018,davedelacroix, ourmanineurope.
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