The internet is a curious thing. It could be described as an ocean of data, just that it's waves are not of a calming dark blue. Instead they are phosphorescing in bright neon colours, each one of a different hue. It's quite exciting to plunge into it. And it seems to have some very unique and particular effects on the way your brain works.

I am an adventurous kind of guy. That's why I did not only want to theorise to you about the experience about surfing the vast everything of cyberspace. Instead let me present to you a first-hand field report:

Before entering the web, the mind is in a rather calm and straightforward kind of thinking. One thoughts follows the other in a more or less linear and logical fashion. The world also appears to be a rather straightforward and clear place.

But there is a gate. A gate to another world of sensation and reality experience. It appears in different shapes. As a laptop, a smartphone, a computer, a tablet, or something loosely related. No matter how it looks it always serves the same purpose: Letting you gaze onto a bright screen, only to be absorbed by it.

Here we go!

The mind enters a different mode of operation. The screen centers out everything else in close proximity. A warm hum of sociability starts emerging from it and you feel less alone. Or why do you think the internet is so successful? Because it is inherently social by nature.

Although feeling less alone is not the only thing occuring to your brain. The thoughts get numbed down and strained into a myriad of directions at the same time. Engulfed in a sea of neon.

One thing comes to your attention, but while you are halfway through it the next one already pops up. You decide to follow this new stimulus, only to be confronted with to other ones. So why not attend both of them while having the old one still open. Ready to be accessed and attended again.

Suddenly you think of the social network you are connected to through maintaining an identity on its virtual properties. The other websites stay open while messages get send to other humans and a news feed of rather mundane content gets inhaled deeply.
Always interrupted by new waves of dara crashing into your neocortex

At some point you raise your eyes and feel a bit numbed in sight of physical reality. It also feels rather lonely. You dive right back and stumble onto a blog. Somebody tells you about surfing the internet while you do it. What a pretentious pseudo philosopher!

Hush, hush! Back to the neon seas! You've stayed here way to long if you read up to this point anyway.