Data exchange

Is the exchange of information a real transaction Reg pondered, as his mouse tracked across another explicit naked wife to the "subscribe" button.

Was this philosophical conundrum common amongst the closet voyeurs drawn to such sites, enticed by the quantum of desire they erroneously perceived there.

Looking around, he realised that his entire life was lived through the media that consumed his every waking moment - screens flickered from every direction, displaying images he wished were real.

Taking a pen, he wrote "sorry" in a shaking hand before downing the pills and scotch. Not much of a valediction, he reflected sadly.