Tuesday, May 8
There seems to be a loss for the value of written word as we are developing into a world of dissolving text and ambiguous avatars; sending shouts in the face of as many screens as possible. The stock of our attention is what makes us the tech-onomic consumer. That’s what creates value to the click, the response, the immediate action to the cause of a distraction, and what we find is a growing population that no longer scrolls though pages of words but highlights to flashy captions and eye catching desires, which we probe the horizontal storyline with thoughts that can no longer be linear. For now there is still the text, still the division between what is thought, and what is understood. There is no direct projection to plug into our minds. We understand only through the eye, and are becoming reliant on a single sensory input in order to define our reality. This is the vision that cannot see reality as more than our limited corner of the eye and what dimensions exists outside the peripheral.
The cyclical rotation of the pages was thought post-modern, when Joyce wrote about Finnegan in a number of different languages that extended an index longer than novel. Now, our index is hidden in blue lines of underlined words that deny the strait through reading of the subject, and removes focus on our original knowledge. The loss of what we need to survive has been blinded on the course of projecting our minds with material. Now we are to the point where the image of the body is distorted to a manipulative vacuum that sucks from it the natural intent of the physical purpose. Repopulating empty mass with wants for the replaceable; a boat, a car, a plain white t-shirt from j-crew, which we pay to store in an off-home storage garage locked with our old tennis shoes and porno-mags that have no place in a digital culture. The only need soon becomes a sofa to sit allowing access to the media portal of our world. It is from this spot that we have a front row seat to the end of the world. Then, the TV newscast is commercially interrupted, and the radio announces Rutgers is as Nappy as our pop-up blocker when it fails to stop the assault of advertisements on our shriveling consciousness.
Our culture is dissolving sensitivity to the subject. It’s a human mission to find that divine connection to the person, and empathize the struggles of their life to understand the meaning of our own and not as a solution to economic means. The sites to gain advantage in our displaced commercialization can only be equalized by protecting the net as a place without author. Therefore, we are left to be the single judge of our information as an individual who must negate the false content and database the error report to patch the needed defects to update our content civilization.
