We are all unpublished authors dangling in cyberspace. Everyone is a critic on the inter-net, which must mean we are all inter-connected in the desire to "bear witness" and relate.
Freud said we all have one story to tell which is the "Family Romance."
A growing consensus seems to indicate that we prefer to escape down the rabbit hole of social media, rather than delving into the literary eloquence of the short story. We fancy existing in cyberspace among the uninhibited boundaries of twitter and Instagram. Our "trolling" provides a sense of anonymity and omniscience, as we unconsciously scrutinize the daily postings of friends and acquaintances of those friends.
Dramatic you say? But we are all interconnected and increasingly yearn for the satisfaction of immediate engagement. When you pick up your device, you are given the pleasure of a companion made of glass. Introspection is not necessary these days when you have your iPad, iPhone, and computer.
On this snowy East Coast day, why don't you curl up with your favorite book and read?
Musings, but none the less.