Once upon a .com

"Das Dramatische bezeichnet die Konflikt zwischen einer fragilen Subjektivität und dem Überhang an kulturell produzierten Dingen, angefangen von den plüschigen Interieurs bürgerlicher Wohnungen, in denen jede Perspektive erstickt ist bis hin zu einer Waffentechnik, die einmal entfesselt den menschlichen Körper auf seine bloße Materialität reduziert; ein Konflikt, in dem der Traum von einer gelingenden Individuation auf das Maß einer reinen Überlebensfrage reduziert wird. "

I exist only upon unexisting pages.

If the w^3 was ever to disappear, so would I.

Whenever did we stop being physical representations and become mirages of our online personas?
No longer a vision of externality, our Ego is fed by the amount of RTs and vaguely approving cyber hand gestures.

"did you get my message, did it send?"

Where are the love letters, stained by running tears? Where are the endless nights walking and talking?

The more we get into life in The Cloud, the less capable we are to survive outside of it.

Our invisible captivity can never come to an end, or our sense of accomplishment would never endure the wilderness of society.

Glances and half muttered maybes are substituted by smilies and shares...devotion by lack of proximity and upvotes.

We confide in complete strangers, yet avoid vulnerability to those surrounding, in the hope they find it in our written word.

Our world has become enslaved by unintelligent AI. Symbiotic leeches, to them, to ourselves.

I long the day I will feel the sun upon my face and not feel the need to post.