Meanwhile, here am I surrounded by appliances, hoping to get some answer back impatiently like a baby crying for food. I am my own ignorance. It is not the sprites that are to blame, but my own desire for digital attention. Honesty is the only mode of freedom I have left here. Realizing the overwhelming desire inside, there is hope I can originally go about browsing around, without a sudden urge to be known. Here, I am my only friend. Here, are sprites in a digital sea triggering desires of our deepest fantasies- manipulating them to have us stay- to chase the digital dragon that was never caught. I have tried and failed.
And failed again.
My honesty sets me free for once. I can finally live, and browse safely with all the digital fragments of imagination.