If music is the soundtrack of life, then television is
the wallpaper, ubiquitous as light itself. An incalculable amount of
broadcasting perpetually engulfs us. If you're awake, chances are a flickering
electronic surface is somewhere within your peripheral view.
Over time, the beams from all those hot little boxes
cumulatively penetrate and manipulate our consciousness. The monitor becomes a
digital membrane through which we perceive and interact with our surroundings.
All that video seeping slowly into our bones, traveling up our spines,
breaching our brains, recalibrating us from the inside out until we become
projectors of the images, thoughts, and behaviors that have long been projected
at us... and on, and on, and on... until there's no meaningful signal left at
all.
Chloroform for the soul.
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