I check mail every few minutes now. I get tempting offers persistently; Do you want to make her happy?; become a cop!; You can be smart!; Would you like a RoboSapien Robot?; CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE WON US$500,000.00; Become the man that women desire; Claim your Complimentary New PlayStation 2; Get your college degree online!; Would you like to stop smoking? Take a shopping spree on us- Become our secret shopper today!
The whole commercial world-wide-whim is targeting me, personally, relentlessly, flauntily, giving me all the attention I least desire. Three minutes passed, I check again, I'm offered a 'Complimentary Star Wars DVD Trilogy Set'. My trash folder is filling up with futile meanings, overflowing excess nothingness. My unique, specific, sole, aching anticipation is bombarded with an endless clutter of indifferent filth, mocking my echoing-scream in the cyber space of commercialized intimacy: 'please write back..!'.