Stare, but don't stop You are unlike any living screen Tune out your mind from the memory of self In a mirror that this you will never be seen Why is it so, that we hate ourselves So much so that we must look away And into the nothingness of ironic things That we spend our time starting at screens away
I sit in front of the tv Brainwashed into thinking That this monotonous existence Constitutes living I feel my mind screaming For something more engaging Instead of the useless stuff Seeping from my screen Sometimes the only breaks I take Are just me looking from that screen To another smaller version in my hand I feel exhausted emotionally Unable to engage in many things But I refuse to give these screens This kind of power over me I am a human being Not a lifeless creature I need to find something better To break this habit that's killing my creativity It's killing my energy My motivation My attention span And I will not have it Not anymore I will find something more satisfying More promising in engagement
And then I wonder Is this what it was like When books were first written? Or is this unique to electronic media?
there's some mysterious interplay between the two-dimensionality of words on a flat plane and the three-dimensionality underlying it all
visually deceiving as if the space behind the words is both an infinite abyss an undetectable, immeasurable void and a flat formless surface
it's both and it's neither
and somehow typing on a flat-(ish) keyboard but pushing buttons down into a third dimension makes the words appearing on the screen seem almost 3D themselves in a connected sort of way plunging into the white void of the blank screen
the keystrokes feel deeper than i think they really are especially when i stare at the screen and let the fingers fly
what sort of illusion is this?!
or are the words actually the missing link that let us peek to the hidden dimensions we desperately seek?