Copyright © 2010 Ernest Bloom.
So I'm a little bit tired of the
fight for mankind, coming to a
theater near you.
I'm not sure that we need another
world's tallest building, or a
bigger ball of twine. The volume
increases so much faster than the
surface area anyway, and anyway, it
just takes two gametes to mingle to
incite the whole show again. These
bigger and bigger balls are just a
flashy flash in the pan.
All of these minds out there are
sparking in the dark, playing
real time iterated, if-then-else
computer games simulating what was
tedious life, executing subroutine
calls, unwittingly longing for
someone to plug into the socket and say:
"Hello."
No car crash or handgun discharge
required.
Oh, I love this one.
ReplyDeleteReally relatable in a friendly sort of chastising way... good mix of that. As always, I like your mix of so many ideas into one, steadily headed towards a fine point and then wrapped back again. (Wish I had that control, but I'm working on it.)
The remark about the tallest building deliciously up-to-date. I'm not at all sure a simple word is enough to wake up all those zombies and I know that dullness of mind, I've been there and go in and out all the time, dangling in an in-between state between mental death and theoretical salvation. Some comp. games are works of art as valid as movies or literature. Rare birds, those, victims of their half-wit bully brothers. There's a question for ya- is literature any less of escapism, really? Sometimes I think books are just a high-brow way of solitude, if only contemporary. Do we need solitude? Some men do, this here reviewer included but this tendency seems weakness tearing us away from the center of the universe, from stimuli, from potential union with the world and all that hippy bliss theory. *SIGH* Spanish test tomorrow. Hasta la vista.
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