Both worlds bore me to tears.
The real and virtual world have the same effect on me. People bore me.
Even before they open their mouths, I can already tell them what they are about to tell me...I can already read their lips before they move them...
Has everything become so predictable ?
It's like a Stampa
a prepaid, preprepared seal,
the kind you order 2 weeks in advance,
the kind you stamp your letters with, a the bottom of a page or on the back of an envelop...
I already know the letter's content, however original the seal may be.
Has it got to do with a homogeneous mass culture, to the extent that everyone has become so very much the same, so alike ?
Like they've been molded, fabricated, by the same machine with a precise exactitude, on the same production line, like some index on a Dow Jones, like some indicator on the movement of a stock exchange...because this is what it feels like, exchanging one stock for a replica other.
Am still waiting to be enchanted.
Meanwhile I seek refuge from the crowd mentality, from the Devil of sameness, from the Shaitan of dullness, from the Iblis of duplicated stamps.