Technology has turned me into an anesthetized guppy. I'm bug-eyed and bovine in a big bowl of milk. I'm annoyed by
reality. I confuse masturbation with sensuality.
The pleasant beeps from the tiny gadgets I buy leave me wanting more pleasant beeps from tiny gadgets. Magic flashing lights keep me occupied,
in my seat, staring straight ahead. Any
coherent stream of thought drowns in a flood of irrelevant sensory data.
"Don't let confusion stifle you. Calmly march forward. Single file. Now."
(i am not certain who is saying that)
Can I regain cognitive clarity?
Did I ever really have any? Should I be sad that my tear ducts have dried-up from disuse? Do I want to lose this fuzz, if in doing so I lose
my peace of mind?
...
nevermind