shit i don't know what is my head and what is the world. i'm a curmudgeon i know, i've been at odds with the majority since kindergarten, i'm a natural depressive. still, what is it about now that is different? technology is the thing i come up with. 
today i watched a girl on a slab at the beach sitting there in this urban near-paradise with the little-tongued clear water lapping at her legs and not once did i see her look up from her device. she was there, but not there. only me and mister and her on the beach and she couldn't even give the merest glance of acknowledgement. i understand privacy, but this just seems to me creepy. 
most people see me and copp smile. they love to watch him play. they see the joy and feel joyful. so why do i harp on the creeps? anyway, the creeps seem to be increasing. they seem to me the status quo. they seem to me products of products, creatures of technology. devices. connected to nothing but their devices, they become devices. disconnected from everything real by technology. do they feel anything, perceive anything, directly? what does it feel like in their skin? i'll never know. when i see them i get sad. 
i want to say to people elsewhere who might look at a blog from america and see what is going on, how could they live in such creepy country, i want to say, please, oh god, please, we're not all creeps, we too are creeped out by what is happening here. we who are creeped out by the creeps want to connect so desperately. please don't forget, there are real people here still, we are under a massive blinding cloud of control, but we are alive. and we want to live, like all living creatures, and we don't want to die the death in life of endless war and endless progress and endless death technology.