In The Garden Living an RPG Life

I’m still not sure about my voyage into Second Life. It’s a little too familiar already. It too much mirrors my own waking dream states. The beauty is that I can visit with friends there. Friends I’ve made in other places on the internet. This means that there is not such a stretch between one form of visiting and another. In one world, I am chatting through text. In another I am chatting through speech because I’m on Skype. In the third world, the one of Second Life, I’m doing both and watching it while it happens. I seem real.