SL Blues

Suddenly 5 woke up, in the middle of the night.

Disgusted with SL.

After many, too much? months of…

Yes of what?

Dedication…or, ….addiction?

Too much maybe.

Saturated.




Sometimes in reading a book, totally immersed, reaching the end, this happens too.

A book can also present a framework in which we drown for a moment, hours, days, so are games…

So, unlike the world from which we never wake up, there is a waking up from SL.



How delightful the sheets feel

How nice real paper looks.

The small river, reed on its banks, really talks to me, listen!

This piece of wood, what a presence it has, you can even smell it.

The resistance of a needle when entering cloth

My hand being expressive of my mood.



How could unreal become real?

Incredible funny, because the world too causes moments of disgust



When the individual is crushed again and again

When a point is lost, blunted in an avalanche of unimportant things

When a bright and fresh morning is slowly smothered in a dusty chaotic day



In that sense this disgust of SL

Makes it more real again




What could save us?

What could save 5?

As always

What is it that saves this world?


A few friends?



5 needs a bit of a holiday!