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?