Missed Connections = Art

Craigslist is either a font of wisdom or a presentation of the magical farce that can often be human existence.

A simple scroll through any of the dating sections - missed connections, especially - reveals such a strange medley of facts about human nature that one could take it for a life lesson. Yet, it also reveals that life is such a strange and mostly absurd wander that you can't help but chuckle. It's funny, it's enlightening - it might even be a masterpiece.

There's something about the way people quest for each other, the strange mix of hope and helplessness that missed connections evokes, that inspires and cracks up. On one hand, you've got anonymous love-struck birds with nothing to do to soothe themselves but twitter their song into the ether of the internet. On the other hand, you've got seriously distraught posts about ex-loves, the ache of existence, etc. It's true in it's depth and realism but absurd it's public forum. But then, also, is life, as we strut about the stage toward a unhurried yet never timely death.