This is how Children of The Corn should’ve been, the revered effigy of Stan Lee guiding local kids to embrace the reality that with great responsibility comes great power. “Face true, front-believers,” they scream at out of towners, “The MMMS wants YOU!”. All the parents slaughtered that first night would be granted No-Prizes, but their names would never again be spoken because they were no longer in the new continuity. “Manny Hands provides!” the kids chant in unison by nightly bonfire of non-comics reading materials.
I wonder if we are not ourselves when we’re entertained, as it requires a focal point removed from what originates our thoughts and feelings. Likewise we are not ourselves where entertaining, because it necessitates being observed rather than being. We can wrestle with our angels and our demons or we can make peace with them, but we could also just not have them around. Change the locks, allow them the freedom to fend for themselves out in the wild. I’ve sold milk-crates full of books to keep a roof over my head, hundreds of books, and the only way I could talk myself through was by thinking if they helped me climb out of whichever box, maybe others would be assisted too. Arguably of greater importance, the latest wordpress is proof positive the terrible drug problems within the tech industry have progressed way beyond horseshit micro-dosing.
If Musk has neurolink technology, where are the life-hackers looking to prove their mettle by open-sourcing him. Make him a left-handed fast food assistant manager the way god intended. Where is the hot debate on github about the ethics of granting him irritable bowel syndrome. Where is the blog post by someone banned from ycombinator for suggesting Frankenstein being made the monster wasn’t drastic enough. Don’t let a point underlining Trump’s reactivation be overlooked, the fine example that twitter doesn’t actually delete anything. Trump returning anywhere is bad, granted, but more so is the inability to brow-beat the worst among us. Try to change evil from harming others or favor the comfort of our own skin saved. Only share in society’s rewards, you ain’t really sharing. Society is all about indulging the fantasies of others. Every feed is the evolution of the chain-letter.
We don’t frankly need online social media when such things as a potluck exists, but here are some ideas. Like ideaspace, for those who like ideas and noosphere, for those who like nooses. Like you wouldn’t scope a network called the hanging garden, dangling from thread to thread. Or pied piper, where one pipes their pips into the pipeworks. Followers are still followers, but follow one and automatically/simultaneously find yourself also following a random account hand in hand. To ease another perspective into echo chambers. And as building concentric circles should be the thing, if you unfollow a specific account you would automatically/simultaneously find yourself also unfollowing one of your others, randomly but hand in hand. Because in the pipeworks it’s all connected be they muck or mire or meme unregistered trademark copyleft. But if remote viewing were widespread we’d have no rationale to maintain online social media, Hollywood or pop culture. Caring for something funny? Turkish kids repainting their apartment over an evening. Nothing details-oriented, only emotion-based so stalking would be impossible. You may just be drawn to the porn of that Spanish couple making their devoutly frenetic love be known to one another, but returning to their chambers, especially when they are going at it again would be as improbable as ever returning to a favorite dream’s following chapter.
If the collective unconscious is a thing and quantum entanglement is a thing, how are they not the same thing?