wary of the way people treat others
i sneak through the internet
creeping on conversations
reading and sometimes reacting
but never
ever
ever
replying
[that’s far too frightening]
but i’m still there[/here]
in the world wide web
day and night
[less so lately
but still
sometimes]
[perhaps even oftentimes]
waiting for the moment when i
might be called upon
to say something
important
something meaningful
something
loud
[but would i take that baton
or immediately hand it off
to someone who i know
is more comfortable
with conflict
and internet yelling
than my own self?]
i suppose i’ll just have to
dodge and wind my way around
until it comes to that day
and perhaps
sneak away
then
too
internet connection
August 22, 2025
what actually was the noise
that connected us to the internet
in the early/mid nineties?
was it the future screaming at us
to maybe think better of it?
was it our computers
being used for something they hadn’t thought
they’d be used for
and that stretch and strain on the inner workings
just needed to exhale a little
in a digital-type-sound?
or was it simply a pre-made set of
futuristic sounds
composed for our
soon-to-be
post-apocalyptic
future?
[i suppose i could ask kip
and they may know…]
[but i don’t think i’m going to ask right now…
maybe in a few minutes — i’m still trying to think of
other possibilities it could have meant]
kipventures 