AS technology changes our communication habits, human behaviour is increasingly becoming programmed. Eventually, we won’t be able to get around without an iPod, let alone understand each other without rushing off to blog our troubles away, like some agony aunt turning to the confession box and balling us out about some nutter who ruined the day, and all because topic headers no longer make any sense here.

Please try to give some indication as to what it is that we’re supposed to be reading, because soon, I won’t be able to tell the difference between the truly poetic and the practically insane. Come to think of it, imagine what happens to meaning the more one drifts off into cyberspace and discovers those virtual tendrils reaching backward over time. Hugs to anybody out there who went to Vision over the weekend. DRL (I love my banging beat music).