Down the Rabbit Hole

[thisnewday]

One by one, those I love, those I care about, those who, in another life, have cared about me, are disappearing down the rabbit hole.

Or, perhaps more accurately, down the many rabbit holes that litter the fields in front of us, in this horrific dream.

Have I, in like manner, begun to disappear from their lives as well, still visible, for now, as they are still visible to me, in body only, but minds and souls and spirits gone?

What will change this, what will save us, if we cannot, will not see, and save ourselves?

If not for ourselves, then for each other...

LPK
Dreamwidth
9.27.2021

Comments

[mallorys_camera]

Ah, I am so sorry to read this.

(I'd been wondering where you were. Over on LJ, I participated in a vigorous discussion about the difference between Real Life friends and virtual friends, and I concluded one of the differences was... well. Accountability is the wrong word. But someone I know and like online can disappear, and I'll never know what happened to them—did they die? decide they don't like me? move to an island with no Internet? etc, etc, etc. And that's not likely to happen with Real Life friends.)

[thisnewday]

Thanks, Patrizia. I've just started reading "The Invisible Life of Addie Larue" for next month's book club meeting and, until your comment this morning, hadn't seen the connection between what I'd posted and what I've been reading.

And it's not that one derives from the other, just that they coexist in this time/place, whatever either may turn out to be.

Anyway, it's good to hear from you and, at the same time, a bit scary to understand that, if I hadn't found this crappy Tab A, that much more of my life, virtual or not, would've disappeared...