Thursday, August 3, 2017
Good morning Internet!
I saw a book this morning called "Glowkids". It appeared to be sort of about young people today and their obsession with screen devices. And I thought of a cartoon I could make that I won't draw for you but will instead describe:
A late middle aged woman is sitting in low light looking into a computer desktop screen. She comments to her husband "It says here that young people today are chronically obsessed with their screens and can spend most of their days staring into them."
Her husband, without taking his eyes off the television replies bitterly "Tragic. I saw that story as well. What's the world coming to?"
The early dream of the Internet was that it was ungated and open to everyone to make and create and enjoy as they wished. The ghost of that dream still whispers alluringly through today's Internet. And we believe it like we believe in the American Dream, ignoring the mounting evidence against in favor of the freakish, but loud and luminous, exceptions. You can be the greatest basketball player in the world. For proof I offer Lebron James.
Humans like gates even more than they like what's behind the gates.
You cannot win. The cards are stacked against you. The Internet does not belong to you. It is in a million ways fixed. Your dreams are impossible. The powerful have all sold their souls. Money is a lie. God is dead or an asshole. And hope is a marketing tool.
There is only one small chance, one way out. It belongs to no one, no church, no billionaire, it has no singer and no song. It cannot be touched or sold. It is not free but it cannot be bought. It cannot be claimed or lied to. It will not support your argument. It has no winners or losers but is full of victory. It is difficult and easy, sweet and bitter, made of water and stars and nothing. It is a miracle every time.
Cast your lot with it. We are all losers. Only here can anything happen, where all of us losers are turned into a constellation of rainbows.
Look at me.