The 2am thread

I made an interesting imagery once, about social networks.

Networks are like connections in between people, glowing wires that hold them up over a black, unending abyss. People who have many of these are supported by many others, so they do not fall. People who do not end up hanging on too few threads, hanging above the black, fearing the snap, fearing the black. They are already dipping into its inky darkness. From time to time the glowing line connecting them to their precious few friends, acquaintances, colleagues falters, and their hearts grow cold with fear.

Some people have no one, and live in the black. They try to make themselves warm. They try to substitute people with other things. It does not work. They die there, hearts frozen shut, unable to reach up and forge new lines.

(the black is loneliness by the way)