On the Internet...

I saw this picture of a girl once. She looked beautiful, like a movie star. Like one of those people who would be called beautiful no matter what decade they lived in. But she also looks recent, fresh. Like someone who lives today and couldn't have lived in any other time or she wouldn't be her.

You tend to do this, on the internet. Look at other people. People you don't know, but maybe someone who you know does, and you simply pick their face out of a list, or a grid.

I've actually interacted with her, online of course. But then you realize, as you are doing it, how far away you really are.

In any case, she didn't know it was me. She doesn't know who I am. Anonymity is blissful but it is also depressing.

She remains beautiful, and I still look at her picture once in a while. Some years ago I would have never seen it. But If I had seen her, maybe she would know who I am.

M.