Yeah, this internet is a beautiful thing, a beautiful thing. All these interconnected nodes...it is as if the patterns of connection are growing more crystalline and dense and gorgeous.
But lives now are broadcasted into this electric air and they float around in front of your face like dust particles dancing in the light rays and you see what you don't really want to see.
Or I see what I don't want to see. Being an antisocial creature I guess it is more of a personal problem.
I could always look away, but the instinct contains certain fascinations. Just as a fascination of the extraordinary and of the macabre draws our eyes to car crashes, a thirst for social knowledge draws our eyes and ears to gossip, whether electronic or not.
With evolution came the social animal, and with the combination of experience and a genetic filter I myself become an antisocial one, and the two doctrines met head-on to clash: conscious versus the unconscious; it is one of several pairs of conflicting forces that have been so troublesome in these recent years.
Aw hell. I need my guitar fixed. I need my guitar fixed so that bullshit like this doesn't fill up my head all the time.
