Sometimes, I get really frustrated at the Internet, because I feel overwhelmed and frustrated by all the self-interest, constant information, convenient relationships and general time-wasting, when I feel like I could be doing something productive like eating, or reading, or writing, or playing with my dogs, or volunteering, or alphabetizing my bookshelves or literally anything else. And I do not enjoy feeling overwhelmed and anxious because I got enough of that going on.
And then I do things like going to Flickr, and then typing in Iceland and then hitting slideshow, and I fall in love with the Internet all over again.
It’s a textbook, roller coaster relationship.