Children of the city see only the neon stars, reflected upon the murky gutter skies.
“Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...” ― William Gibson, Neuromancer.
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So what is this place? Just another stop on the endless road that pours out from the screen, a place for the wayward lost on the information superhighway. Go ahead and stay for a while, not like we have anywhere else to be right?
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Tell me there was a better ending for it all
Not dead, just battling anxiety
Blue orchids bloom through the city streets at night
I won't lie I'm really fucking tired
You exist both here and "here", where you're sitting and on this site. Eventually these two realities are going to intersect further and further
Where do they go when they fade through the screen?
Oblivion
Post your battle station
This happens every morning when you wake up, you just don't see it
There is no "real me"
Hyper reality
No, thank YOU
Like the new digs?
It's nice isn't it?
Honestly, any excuse not to leave my house
They don't know I'm just a cloud of static
Good for health . . .
A half forgotten memory
A new level of connectivity
Such wonderful things to see
I don't know why but the dizzying neon LCD world on the other side of the screen is intoxicating to me. I wish I could pass through and leave it all behind sometimes. We made a mistake trying to simplify everything to boring corporate nothingness. White backgrounds that burn your eyes and a cold business like feel. The internet should have kept the gaudy angelfire look and remained in the hands of people above business. I probably don't know what I'm talking about but let me enjoy my abstract feels
That lost future calls out to us in a dull whisper from deep within the mess of wires and code. A shining digital utopia now a corrupted and decaying mess
I think I need to make peace with the fact that some things will just never be
Home at last
Come on in, we've waited so long for you. I know you've been sick of your life on the other side. To be honest I can't imagine what people like you go through. None of that matters any more, though, I've come to get you out of here. Through this door things are the way they should be. Come with me won't you?
Isn't nature wonderful?
It's all just one big tangled mess isn't it?
The birth of a new era, the herald of a new day, an eternal golden dawn
More than just a set of numbers
It was a different time
Regrets, I've had a few
Generation Loss
It's been fuzzy these days, I don't think a lot comes through anymore
This was always meant to be ours but it's been paved over, covered in bright shining store fronts and security cameras. The digital world was our birthright and now it's just one big cash cow
I think about what happens when I die a lot, where do I go? What will I leave behind? Will anybody who knows me only through the internet even know?
Who's to say anymore?
Can't go out tonight, I'm getting on T H E I N T E R N E T
One of those nights, eh?
