There is a little screen that seems bewitched; a petite computer that twitches and blings every second.

  Have we become accustomed to the sound?

  Sometimes I sit; I ponder; I wonder how long it will take for someone to reach out.

  How social are human beings?

  How do I know if the people surrounding me, a wall I've built brick by brick, isn't just a fantasy?

  Are we really alone in this universe?

  I peer up in the deep void of space. There are no stars. The wisps and hopes and dreams of children fog the possibilities of a new world; a world where we might not be so lonely.

  How are human considered social creatures when we purposefully ostracize those who we find abnormal, peculiar, or a nuisance?

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  How do we know what love feels like?

  What if this is all part of a simulation?

  The timeline of technology stretches at godspeed. We communicate in seconds, only to hang up once bored.

  Love becomes lust.

  Loneliness results in becoming parasocial.

  Arguments and peer pressure seem more livid, more aggressive than before. We have millions of individuals demoting a single figure.

  "If I was that hideous, I would kill myself."

  "She deserved it."

  "Why does she have a mustache?"

  The world is melting as wax drips down a candle, a pool of magma bubbling beneath: hell fire.

  A moth drawn to a flame, or humanity drawn to more innovation, more comfort.

  Perhaps we have all overdosed on love.

  Is it an addiction?

  Is it wrong to crave social interaction despite our desire for a new world, a new you?

  When you finally glance up from your screen, peering up into the tapestry of the sky, there is an emptiness that clouds over our thoughts. We do not think of what tomorrow will bring; we think of what the present will bring to the table.

  So, I wait, bewitched with the possibilities that someone might care, someone might be able to love, someone will also crave a social life.

  We do not crave social interactions; we crave what they will bring to us. Humanity and pigs do have something in common.