Thinking about the hack
It was chilling to see those words on my blog. My Livejournal had been invaded, with a dark splotch staining the space.
It is a form of impersonation. Someone else spoke with my voice, and placed their words alongside my face. My own speaking was still, overridden, silenced.
It was… asocial software, exacting pain precisely to the extent that the blog grounds my self and my connection with other people. The thing would not hurt so much if it had not been so good at getting me to feel.
But I do not want to know who did this. No. Stopping there keeps me from the abyss. Oh my Kate.
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calebnavidson) wrote,
distressed
