It seems increasingly no one can hit the mark. The bull’s-eye. The previous era’s conceit of precision and accuracy has retreated to a swirling utopian formlessness. Not a utopia where truth disappears but where it endlessly proliferates, and all arguments are arguments of absolute certainty. My truth is true because its velocity is undeniable! Pathetic. Stupid. Ubiquitous….
There are a lot of ideas in here you may disagree with, and plenty that might make your blood boil and your heart race like you’re actually alive. Maybe some of it will bore you. Maybe some of it is an objective failure. Maybe some of it is worthless, useless, fatalistic and despicable — maybe we’re finally doing something right.
Or maybe some tender allusion to peace of mind jumps through the pages and you are left with the humble thought that in some extreme tendency of rejection you are not alone at all, simply lost from one another in an endless refraction of that little death called data.
