what will remain of us when our accounts are deleted and all the time we spent typing into the air is gone forever. what will validate our humanity if we leave nothing but an ocean of keystrokes that have been jammed so far back in history that no one can find them and if we have children will we provide for them the same distractions that kept us so still and will they use headphones and watch their shows as we eat in silence? how are we any different? we choose to be so distracted afraid of being lonely scared more than anything of boredom with ourselves believing in the false sense of community that surrounds us so comfortable so comfortable, but never quite content