Should this be a bit too long-winded for your liking, feel free to skip to 'THE IDEA'.

THE BACKSTORY: 4 days ago, something was born in me. Maybe delivered from God. Maybe it's just another result of mental chemical reactions.

4 days ago, I had a realisation. And when your mind is as scatty as mine, you're able to have several realisations a month, and if your memory sucks like mine does, it's very possible to have them more than once each. But this one struck a chord in me, which when you're desensitised to the vagabond ramblings of everyday life, is crucially important.

In this world of the Twitterati and facebook updates every time someone gets on or off a bus and this, what is essentially the dawn of the golden age of blogging, we can have so much access to so much information on other people. The odds are in my favour that you've never met me and already you have a rough idea that I have an idea of inexplicable origins about 4 days ago, that my memory is awful and that I'm a bit all over the place. Should the need ever arise, I could find out when Rupert Murdoch was born, where Barack Obama was educated and what Stephen Fry's eating for tea tonight. We have lists of facebook 'friends' who we can keep an eye on, and the site actively encourages you to know who's talking to who and when, what they're up to and regularly asks "what's on your mind?"

And yet, never before now has society been so badly broken. The internet hasn't linked us together at all, it's segregated and alienated several million people into little cubicles of plastic facts. Very few people actually know each other, and it saddens me. I don't care what Stephen Fry's having for tea. I want to know what single moment of his life inspired the terrors that wake him up in the night. I want to start asking questions of actual meaning. This world is so plastic at the moment that the neglect of any meaning gives horrible implications that anyone with depth should feel like a freak, and this simply isn't true. Nobody's perfect, and so by proxy, every human is flawed. It's time we opened our arms to embrace the strange.

Every time I wait for a train, a tiny portion of my mind wants to step out in front of it. Every time I stand at the top of a tower, I fantasise about throwing caution to the wind, and... um, well, throwing myself to the wind, too. Sometimes I see a person who's physically attractive to me and my mind instantly clicks into sex mode. The predator. And yet, so often I never tell people of these. Of course, the repercussions of this is that I possibly need sectioning and it is just me, but I think all people have little secrets that they keep hidden away for fear of victimisation. It's a shame that so much is lost purely out of fear and formality. Things kept on a "need to know basis" tend to be uninteresting, vague and show little character, I think we need to abolish this. Thatcher said there was no sense of community, fuck her. We need to bring people closer together and have a sense of society again, we need to throw off our shackles to these taboos which we keep for no reason other than nobody wants to be the first to demean and undermine them. Nobody wants to admit we're going about this all wrong.

THE IDEA.

So here it is (and, well done if you read that convoluted clap-trap). I want to know you. If you don't mind me asking ANY question I like and hopefully going on to publish it, get in touch with me. Pm me, respond to this article, email me. Whatever works for you. I will look at your work, ascertain what I want to ask and with any luck, you can answer, and maybe we can get a discussion going.

And if this isn't for you, I STILL wish you have a fabulous day, week, month, year and decade because you're lovely.

Falconette