I have become - now that I am so buzy - addicted to the feelings of being tired and able to go to bed and to sleep - but not doing it. I stay up very late. Recklessly so. And then I can enjoy that tired feeling. It's quite pleasant to feel tired and to savour that when you are not prevented or being forced to withhold....Self-destructively also!
At least that is my excuse anyways. I'm really just addicted to the computer:
As a person who is interested in everything I feel that I am on the vanguard of something that is going to happen to everyone. You will be enveloped and enslaved by your computer. Not your body, but your mind. The God Box they call it.
And at first it was a joke. 70GB of music which equals about half of all the songs I have ever heard in my entire life. The other half, say 35GB, I haven't even listened too. So potentially the box has the power to know all the music have known or ever will. Music, the greatest of the art forms in Winniefred's teuristic tautological heirarchy of culture. The pinnacle of our human acheivement. In my God Box. Which is obsolete in 3 years to be replaced by one 4 times as much. And that's not only or even it. We all have one. We are all networked. And the network gets thicker and thicker...
Eventually it will all be there. Already it already is so much. But that is not the point. It will never be the all or close to it even. It will soon and forever be enough
to
suck you into the hole.
My mind is gone now. I am in the machine. The memory I have is his. My wife too. Who only a few years ago would shun uninterested the God Box for the most part. Now she quarrels bitterly with me about my late night addictive use of the cooperative TV screen. But it is not the flaggelation and irresponsibility of my actions upon her and uopn our fledgling family, No. That is a good excuse and the concern for change in genuine. But the emotional impetus in the arguement is the simple. Conflict. "I want it too."
Now she is interested and drawn in. Cannot live without. Looking up what if how who when the the so so yes me I am I know you I read see sleep with thinking you same presence. God the Box. A false idol no longer? Because our mind is frozen in the flux of it. The 60 cycle hum amplified in frequency by the billions. We are one and all of this. We are the box.
So there we have it. This is my warning to you bored people. The kind only intereted now in YouTube. The kind not keen on everything else before that:
ESCAPE WHILE YOU CAN.
The Internet is called a free space. But as the Emperor told you before the meaning of that word is off now. On is the binary mode of being. You cannot be without. The mental space is where much of your soul live in because we are social mental creatures not known for physical prowess of any kind bodily. No, we are artificial. The artifice of the mind. The artifice of the written word that preserves and so enhances to multipy our mind and productivity. To factor the production of our hands into peices that will fashion a whole new worlds - all in cgi. All one and forever the same as the trapped individualist alone forever dying of lonely unable to reach out and touch or even breath. For the binary can only ever simulate that.
What of the woman with herpes. She is denied the lusty carefree touch of her passion. I am mind I am me - I am more than the body - she says. So off we go into the blinkingverse. The ether other electron. Digital movies, digital music, digital porn , digital pirate rebellion thoughtful behooven the worst way forward up the down best SPAM has rewritten our own thoughts and turned them into the blind software of tomorrow.
My mind isn't empty and it will never be so. The meditations of yesterday are erasure. We forget that singing stills the soul and is not barterable by file extensions. The best is yet to come but also the worst with it.
Forget me now and go back to your newfangled web surfing. We can't overcome this thing because it is bigger than we even think we are and after that bigger still. Reality is the communication and now that we can manage it we can control it or we are nothing. The truth is we don't know how so nothing we remain.
Where does that leave us? I don't know. Google Earth is very pretty but the pictures come from last year. Also, only the roads for cars are mapped there so you have to drive one. Be one. fuck my car in the tailpipe whydon'tyou. The earth is warmer and we all talk about it and do the collective echo of our own self hiding away from real.
