Are you feeling a creeping, soul crushing emptiness, staring, blank eyed, and bored with nothing to do while on BART, with your boyfriend, at your job, with your friends, at any moment…?
We sit in our seat. We walk amongst the crowd. We try not to distract the forward gaze of others, to respect the sacred solitude of each individual citizen, maintaining a careful mathematics of distance. We are completely alone together. The smart phone appeared to answer to our bewilderment. If it was becoming harder to connect with other people in our own environment, we could instead be connected to information, as information, to a flourishing non-world of images, status updates, likes, reblogs, tweets, vine, people as images, as fragmented text. We would come to feel more alive in these images than in our real life. Our shared physical world would become increasingly vicarious, as an aesthetic experience, i.e. something to instagram, something to update about. At any moment of the day, when we are overburdened by possibilities, we’d seek an escape, into our screen, and be routed on our own individual paths. Boredom would be eradicated so long as our batteries last, so long as we have enough friends online, enough updates, and a healthy hand to scroll down the page. The smart phone appeared as another tool of pacification, to proliferate superficial connections to the point of normativity, to take each being in the world and give them a virtual world of empty connections loaded with meaning, preventing the unexpected within every feedback loop, and attempting to assure that any intensity between us that still exists in the world would only take place in a completely impotent medium.
There is no going back. The only direction toward living is through the obscene misuse and negligence of each device, rendering them useless, because each device functions to close us off from those we would share a world with as well as the world which inhabits us.
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