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jacquelyn sauriol's avatar

I am alone as well in my outpost here in Portland OR, 30 years here it took me to find out that I am different than all around me I have discovered. The cracker jack prize is that I no longer expect to find anyone I can talk to for real, except for here in the digiden I have been calling home.

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Stegiel's avatar

I took to the 'Net upon inception for essentially the same reason. And from the BBS to small to large forums I waded in the waters and upon the rise of Clinton the favored one and Trump as the Anti-Clinton when my two fisted mockery saw me banned constantly and continually on FB--even to this hour when I repost from Substack or elsewhere posts are removed-I recognized virtually and actuality were distantly related cousins from another dimension. All my cafe life was local. People lived in the neighborhood. I made friends. All good things must pass. The en-darkenment of daily life is near Midnight and cafes are not so much bustling as workhouses and no time for convivial chat as work work work and more work make folks happy. The social is now virtual. I saw a piece yesterday written as a hail Mary: A.I. companions for the elderly. And that in turn reminded me of a job I saw selling the bereaved on A.I. replication of your lost love. Which given my mood made me snarl https://youtu.be/f-TaP0N7IMI?t=3

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