katallison

> When I click into the "Update your journal" pane, there's always this moment when I'm thinking over what I want to say, choosing words, and I can almost feel that intangible network of connection into which I'm about to drop these sentences; I run my fingers, so to speak, over the strands, and feel them vibrate. It is, as Hal says, a mesh made of people, almost none of whom I see oftener than once or twice a year, if that. But it feels every bit as real to me as the equally intangible connections of gravity-holds-me-in-my-chair, or going-to-this-office-means-dollars-get-put-in-my-bank-account. I think about this stuff on days like yesterday, when LJ is acting all whimsical and neurasthenic, and I realize how much I rely on it, how much time I spend in this phantasma-city made up of electrons and words, how many people I'm connected to here.

I really love this paragraph.

(Do you experience any other forms of synaesthesia?)