Sup3rnality

Facebook.

You're like a window to the lives of many friends and acquaintances. 550 in my case, and counting. Reading about the exciting to the mundane. Looking at pictures from the silly to the downright insane.

Sometimes they fill me with happiness. Sometimes with disgust. Sometimes with longing.

And sometimes I wonder, am I just the watcher, looking out the window and scrutinising a world that I feel like I'm part of but actually apart from, or are they the ones watching me, looking at me through the window of my cage, scrutinising me?