Cyberspace is dead

Cyberspace is dead. We already poisoned the real world so that trees and birds and animals and plants and bugs are fading from existence, leaving only bacteria to thrive in a barren wasteland. Now we have overcrowded the aether and our thoughts are ever tighter packed in the web-o-verse. Increasing blank pages and 404 errors were warning signs of disaster and the Internet is finally full to bursting. No email, no blog, no social networking, no games, no newsreel, no instant bookings in faraway hotels. Just the black screen of death. So, this is how it ends.

Or maybe I forgot to charge my laptop again.

May 2011

Cyberstress

People who are cyberstalked or harassed online experience higher levels of stress and trauma than people who are stalked or harassed in person, according to a presentation at the American Psychological Association's 119th Annual Convention.

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/08/110806203525.htm

I awake each night
Sweating cold and trembling,
Knowing you can reach me
Anytime. Any place.
No respite in reality
Your messages hold
Deeper threats.
There is no sleep in cyberspace.

The prison of your words
creates dread
that's always here.

In cyberspace there's
no escape from fear.

Cyber words insinuate
between events in the meatworld.
Like creeping cold
making winter out of summer joy.
Awaking every night
Sweating cold and trembling.
There is no sleep in cyberspace.
In texts, by phone,
Online, at home at work.
Tightening electronic prison.
Transmitted words are everywhere
and every i-event is tinged
with fear. A foreboding.
Afraid to thumb the button to reveal
The next threat.