The Seduction of the Artificial


The seduction lulls us into its construction. Pure pleasure. Repetition. Moves us. It immerses us into its space, that space of connectedness, forgetfulness, mesmerizing. So easy, so forgetful to turn on the endless stream of media: television, radio, computer, phone, talking heads, advertisement. Even violence finds its pleasurable home amidst the flow of information that soaks our eyeballs and ears relentlessly until we surrender to it. So much easier than contemplating the inevitable end of things, the darkness, the light of the media ignites a fire within us that convinces us of its infinite illumination.