slave to the blog

There is a an ice shackle around our un/willing arms...

Certain people, awhisked by quotidian chores and responsibilities, unaccepting of the whispered freedom they earn from such activities, don't find it ironic being slave to the machines, the virtual and real kinds, that they smoothly assimilate as part of their assumed duties.

As it is, blogging is not just an enjoyable habit, it's an enforced habit.
So when checking other people's blog sites, you see comments like "I haven't been blogging for awhile," or "I couldn't think of anything to say for the past couple of days." And they'd probably apologize for it.
There is the same jagged noise, when the phone rings, and we have to stop everything we do, freeze time in order to answer the nagging of the machine. It is a slap against the whispering in our hearts.

Have a break. Digital/virtual calls, their relative value notwithstanding, should never be substituted to real, face-to-face interaction.