Sirens End of the Rainbow...

I've only just discovered that the entries I did a couple of nights ago - did not 'take'. 
In other words, I wrote, posted, and sent off, into the atmosphere they went - but were not recorded here. 
It's funny, because the title, taken from a Vonnegut novel, indicated just such a thing - here today, gone tomorrow - sort of - and control? We haven't any - or so it would appear, at times. 
These postings should be taken then, as 'irregular', in that they cannot be seen to be consistent (though write, I do, every day) due to the fickle nature of the (dreadful) internet connection we (do not) have. 
It's funny - How quickly we've come to rely on technology and yet - on certain levels - expect things to remaim the same. 
Are you finding encounters with people to be less 'intimate'?  It's the internet causing that.  I would like to think things haven't changed and that it is I and my take on how things are viewed - never mind... I write this in the hope that what I wrote before has not been lost - not because I think it was brilliant - indeed, it wasn't - no, it's all about having actually kept the promise and written something - anything - to indicate that I am here. I am here, I am here. One lone voice, crying out into the darkness of an infinite night...