I guard myself, jealously. I am afraid of offending the internet by withdrawing my interest in it. Am I still a modern person if I leave? Am I selfish to want only my most elegant parts to be seen, and not the clumsy, weak moments where I choose to drink and listen to The Birthday Massacre and have the mascara audibly run down my face? I listened to “Cities In Dust” ten times on repeat last week – did they notice? I sometimes listen to Toto’s “Africa” in the shower in the morning. Do they know? Why do I care that they know? Is it a show of fear to leave? It’s a show of fear to leave. I’ll stay, in case someone asks me why I left.