So this may be cheating a bit. Today I’m not posting a photo, rather a simple graphic I made in Photoshop, illustrating a quote about being disconnected (the opposite of today’s theme).
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence. I knew perfectly well the cars were making noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn’t hear a thing. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for the good it did me.” – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I’m also submitting this post to the Pixel Prose Challenge :)