What a Tangled Web I Weave

I am entangled in a Web I cannot escape from. I am trapped like the fly which struggles to free its wings from the thing that is ready to consume it. Only I do not struggle, because  the Web is my home, my sanctuary. I do not eat or sleep or even breathe as I nestle deep in its embrace.

My Web is my lover who never bores me. I am Ulysses; he is my Siren. I cannot resist his call when he entices me. He is the ding without the dong. DING. Someone is on the other side of the Web who invokes my name. I respond  to the invocation  as a St. Bernard responds to the stranded skier.

My Web is my muse who leads me down the twisted  path of knowledge with a click…then another click….click….click. These clicks  take me on journeys where he and I explore unknown worlds and solve the mysteries of the universe. He is the bearded wise man at the top of the mountain. He is my Sphinx who knows the answer to all riddles.

My Web is my jailor. He keeps me locked inside a small room. I am surrounded by wires, hidden speakers, the glare of two 21” monitors, cold wooden furniture, and a solitary chair that holds my body erect  for hours without respite. My eyes stare mesmerized by the information that dances across the screen of my computer. There are no chains but I am chained nonetheless.

People tell me I am sick because I would rather stay in my Web than watch a sunset, stroll on the beach, sip a chilled glass of pinot grigio, or watch dolphins romp in the sparkling waves of the Gulf of Mexico. This Web of mine is a neon sign which flashes bright, changes colors, and lures me into its cave of delights.

Come join me in my Web. He is warm and wonderful.

Technologic Daft Punk