Saturday, November 2, 2013

Haunting the Bastard

Due to the various and sometimes truly awful misdeeds of my youth (to which I freely cop), one or two of my ex-girlfriends have blocked me on social media. They're not wrong, probably.

But since they remain in contact with people who have not blocked me, I occasionally observe traces of their existence: seeming non-sequiturs in comment threads that can only be responses to jokes I can't see, or agreements with cogent arguments I'll never read. They move like ghosts through my electronic existence - a shadow sighted out of the corner of my eye, a shiver sliding up my spine as a person who does not wish me well (if they think of me at all) moves somewhere nearby in the vast dark of the internet.

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