family, noise.

Sometimes I wonder how simple life would be if the internet had never existed. The whole issue with my life and all my so called problems come from a combination of my family and the internet, and I really do sound the way I do.

Not saying my family is the source of my problems, AT ALL! But that the source for my personality is definitely born through them, the endless stories of travel and self discovery that my parents told me all about when I was little. Now 27 years of dreaming, from which 13 I´ve already spent all over the world… I am back at home. Home is quiet. Quiet but very loud. The sounds of living at home with a family I love but cant stand living with sometimes… and really its me, I just like to have my space from them, they really are not overbearing or anything, but they make so much noise… maybe that’s the 9 years of living in Germany that made “quiet times” get instilled in me, who knows.

But the internet is the loudest of all, and yet I find it as my most used escape and resource. I spend about half of my day connected to some sort of screen, I study, work, love and make love all on the internet and I am not alone. It has become everything, an entire life in a screen. And yet, sitting by the fire at sunset with my friends feels like the only real moment I´ve had in a very long time.

Someone had mentioned how one would travel to a country and have no clue what they were getting into, I wish I could travel like that. And I could.

But, avoiding information in the age of information is like trying not to get wet in a rainy desert…