Day 47

By Jes • Uncategorized • 22 Oct 2009


j:Where am I?

q:The internet.

j:Where is that?

q:Nowhere and everywhere.

j:I don’t understand. I feel like nothing is solid. Where are the trees?

I feel like this is a different world. Are we dead? Are we still real?

q:How do you not understand this? Don’t you see the world we programmed? What we created?

j:I see nothing here.


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Real World had become merely a place to live for her.

She didn’t feel like there was anything else for her there.

Here she could re-invent her awareness. Her attention to detail was particularly heightened. She could see and feel so much more. 

There were of course a few people she missed, those that had a hard time finding her. But it was only a matter of time before everyone was here anyway.

Most of the artists have migrated already, and in a post-ironic way were remaking analog media here, compelling us to dream about a idealized version of our past.

She didn’t mind at all. It made her happy.