As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
Living As Information
He opened himself up for it… there is no doubt about that. He just seemed so clueless, so current, so god-damned full of all the bullshit that you just shouldn’t be full of if you want people to take anything you say seriously. Yet people clung to him – to his every word – to his most trivial posts – to his dumbest tweets – and contemplated them with either extreme fascination or wild contempt. His data flowed and churned and looped into readers and aggregators and pod-catchers by the thousands… the tens of thousands. He had followers and friends that seemed to multiply in exponential ways until they formed massive networks of love and hate. He was, without a doubt, a product of the time… a man, a life, living as information.
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[This is a work of fiction... any similarities to actual persons, living or dead (myself included), are purely inspirational and not intended to be construed as opinion, fact, or biography of said persons.]
Listening To
- Live – Lightning Crashes
- Raisinhill – Wendy
- Bob Dylan & The Grateful Dead – Knockin' On Heaven's Door
- Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds – Stay Or Leave
- The Police – Walking On The Moon
- Cornershop – Good Shit
- Snow Patrol – NYC
- Gomez – Tijuana Lady
- Graham Parker – Obsessed With Aretha
- Fountains of Wayne – New Routine
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