the scream of loneliness

Medium

Digital

Artist Notes

© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved ______________________________________________________________________________________________ that online thing ______________________________________________________________________________________________ the small screen glows bluely in the darkened room. my eyes unfocus sometimes; i spend many hours of every day staring at words and punctuation, staring at pixels, light and color, proportion and alignment, focusing on what i call cunt-hair corrections, and even then i miss a few. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ even with all that punishment to the eyes, when the work is done and i can relax i grab the phone and boot the only world of friends i know. we talk, we laugh, we bitch about life and love – or in some cases, the lack of it. there’s bitter griping about our country, the world and our place in it. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ some don’t understand this dedication to a universe unreal, but if you live a life like mine you surely do. it’s a reaching out for light and warmth and the sound of another human voice, even if that voice is reduced to billions of dots in black on that bluegray screen. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ some do it because they’re bored, some do it because what’s sitting at home with them is unfaceable, some do it because they’re afraid to touch another in any other way. but we all do it – hour after hour, day after day, night after night – because someplace deep in our souls we don’t want to be alone. ~ © 2012 RC deWinter