what people do with weekend days, because I definitely sit around a closed-windowed house and meditate on the abyss in its avatar'd form, the internet.
I think the thought of the number of ultraproductive ways I could spend the time paralyzes me and encourages totally passive choices
one of my déjà vus while driving or walking down carful streets at night is a sense that I wish I could flick the sun off and spend the rest of my life driving around partway-crowded highways and city streets. I'm not sure I'd ever even need to stop anywhere to be satisfied. just wanna go and go and interact with the world only on that blessedly superficial level of building facades and a now-and-then "I wonder where -that- car's headed"s.
we're the victims of our era, watching a new technology that lets us step out of the real world be born, but seeing it too young to have it fulfill its promise of a real alternative. a hundred years from now we'll be building preferable universes in machines to fold our consciousnesses into. now we're limited to poorly-designed games and text-only mindscapes and the lightspeed mail UIs creating the illusion that we're in touch with people in realtime. mm.
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