Day 95 - Online
Standing in one of the chalets’ verandas, the mountains all around, cats at my feet: “I should film this and post it online.”
Sweeping leaves down the path that leads to the guesthouse’s main house, poems and prose crop up: “I should weave this into something online.”
Book club meetings over video, it’s inevitable I will conclude: “everyone online must find out what I think about his novel!”
Dream fragments, quotes, cooking recipes, London memories, ghost tales or even complete fantasies: everything is grist for the online mill.
The idea for this written piece, though, was fashioned – you guessed – offline.
Sweeping leaves down the path that leads to the guesthouse’s main house, poems and prose crop up: “I should weave this into something online.”
Book club meetings over video, it’s inevitable I will conclude: “everyone online must find out what I think about his novel!”
Dream fragments, quotes, cooking recipes, London memories, ghost tales or even complete fantasies: everything is grist for the online mill.
The idea for this written piece, though, was fashioned – you guessed – offline.