05-31-2023, 02:48 AM
This used to be a wandering countryside. It's coming more and more to resemble a police state. The spirit of place, of land, is still here. It's buried under the rubble of progress. That's how spirits become ghosts. And how people go from enjoying the pastoral and the folkloric to the science fiction atmospheres.
Technology changes metaphors, and so changes people.
The AI works through people, like people work through nature.
Amazon tells you want to get, YouTube tells you how to use it.
And addiction to buying things and constructing things, and the fear-mongering of the media, has my neighborhood a deforested area of fences and cameras and lights. Neighbors fenced off, as is nature. Stars blocked off by lights. Everything recorded by cameras, and everybody looking at each other with suspicion.
Fear and paranoia treated with drugs. Social Media and Video Games distracting from the outdoors which is torn away and fenced off.
A landfill on one side, buying all the land and homes, a new casino on the other, right next to the liquor store and the vape shop.
The world changes and the human changes. The mind and the landscape and the seasons change together. And the entire body and its environment is the mind. What I described above is paradise for some people. Out with the old, giving things a new chance, new experiences.
For me, that's a metaphor of the mind decaying, which is a new experience. Forgetting, entering a new experience of experience. Sad for those who feel left behind. But is the New Decay less for that?
I can wander a rustic hayseed. Now I can roam like Mad Max in a new environment, cracked but not shattered. Nostalgic but not bled dry.
Is Decay and Decade linked etymologically? The late 1980s was certainly a Decadent time. And the first four years of the 1990s was the tackiest period in fashion history.
See, there are Holes everywhere, like the black squares on the Mason's floorboards. The Found Footage movies and the Caught on Camera ghost stories make the big bucks. The old is here, waiting.
From the cracks in my mind there are lights in colors out of connection to anything relevant. No less here for all that.
Technology changes metaphors, and so changes people.
The AI works through people, like people work through nature.
Amazon tells you want to get, YouTube tells you how to use it.
And addiction to buying things and constructing things, and the fear-mongering of the media, has my neighborhood a deforested area of fences and cameras and lights. Neighbors fenced off, as is nature. Stars blocked off by lights. Everything recorded by cameras, and everybody looking at each other with suspicion.
Fear and paranoia treated with drugs. Social Media and Video Games distracting from the outdoors which is torn away and fenced off.
A landfill on one side, buying all the land and homes, a new casino on the other, right next to the liquor store and the vape shop.
The world changes and the human changes. The mind and the landscape and the seasons change together. And the entire body and its environment is the mind. What I described above is paradise for some people. Out with the old, giving things a new chance, new experiences.
For me, that's a metaphor of the mind decaying, which is a new experience. Forgetting, entering a new experience of experience. Sad for those who feel left behind. But is the New Decay less for that?
I can wander a rustic hayseed. Now I can roam like Mad Max in a new environment, cracked but not shattered. Nostalgic but not bled dry.
Is Decay and Decade linked etymologically? The late 1980s was certainly a Decadent time. And the first four years of the 1990s was the tackiest period in fashion history.
See, there are Holes everywhere, like the black squares on the Mason's floorboards. The Found Footage movies and the Caught on Camera ghost stories make the big bucks. The old is here, waiting.
From the cracks in my mind there are lights in colors out of connection to anything relevant. No less here for all that.