The parameters of my life are undefined. How can I ever find focus like this?
In this simulacrum society is it possible to connect with the real or identify reality? I communicate with humans through a virtual reality. In fact, I prefer my communication this way. I work in marketing and I vacation in Disney World. I'm entrenched. And yet, contrary to my own actions, I loathe this settling and blindness. I don't want to define me based on someone else's ideal. Was I ever a tabula rasa? It's all quite unsettling to me.
But is reality any better? One glance tells me that reality is unbearable. Look at our government! Look at my thighs! Wait, don't. Perhaps we built this pixelated and lipo-dissolve world as the post-modern utopia to escape the realities of our urban dystopia.
But how do I, a flesh and bone and flawed and feeling, human being plug in to this world? I can't find my USB port. I don't think models circa the 70s are equipped to go wireless. And I wonder, when was the last time I climbed a tree?
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sounds like we need to make a trip to Lauremier sculpture park like we used to. Commune with nature and make up stories about the sculptures.
It sounds nice. I don't know how it helps, but it sounds nice. And that might be the best we can do.
Elephant park is fun too. Ever been?
--Different Anonymous
yes, you anons are going to have to find ways to distinguish. I have. It ended in "Bivens and I getting fat lips, and shit for the birds." Only one anon will remember that day.
anon #1 says "oh wish i'd thought of that! there's nothing that snaps you to reality faster than someone's grandma yelling "SHIT FOR THE BIRDS" at you after you were just in a fender bender and no one has asked you if you are ok" ...i think that should distinguish me
The question is, does Alice know who the second anonymous person is?
--Different Anonymous
No. I don't. There have been several anon posts that have left me wondering. Especially the one to claim to help save me from the republicans. Who are you?
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