
And the end of all our exploring. Will be to arrive where we started . And know the place for the first time. ~ Little Gidding, TS Eliot The internet has given a whole new face to long-distance relationships And it's the face of a screen, An interface That defies time zones and places. no colour, sound, smell, taste, touch, or what the mind takes hold of , nor even act of sensing How weird. But how true! My own mind framing seeing. Not you, not even my projections onto you (Although you are there, poor dear, putting up with this nonsense, waiting patiently three hours behind) But my mind seeing projecting Seeing seeing, right there before my very eyes Like staring into the mirror at life itself. Here then, my love Is emptiness: Not in the pixels I see Nor in the beautiful face That moves me to sadness because it is not really here to see, But in my own looking through them all To you. We smile and laugh (But not too hard because we might fall off our chairs And disappear fro...