Dispatches from the sunburned wastelands

And, just in case you're sitting there, late at night, and have found this blog by accident, googling for "sunburn", or "toxic waste", the great Neil Gaiman has written a song for people just like you...um, us, I mean...

1. I Google you
   late at night when I don’t know what to do
   I find photos
   you’ve forgotten
   you were in
   put up by your friends

   I Google you
   when the day is done and everything is through
   I read your journal
   that you kept
   that month in France
   I’ve watched you dance

   And I’m pleased your name is practically unique
   it’s only you and
   a would-be PhD in Chesapeake
   who writes papers on
   the structure of the sun
   I’ve read each one

   I know that I
   should let you fade
   but there’s that box
   and there’s your name
   somehow it never makes the pain
   grow less or fade or disappear
   I think that I should save my soul and
   I should crawl back in my hole
   But it’s too easy just to fold
   and type your name again
   I fear
   I google you
   Whenever I’m alone and feeling blue
   And each scrap of information
   That I gather
   says you’ve got somebody new
   And it really shouldn’t matter
   ought to blow up my computer
   but instead….
   I google you

   Neil Gaiman said this on August 8th, 2008 at 16:46 pm

Posted by HannesB at 6:47 PM Comments