Sometimes I can feel the rush of time. Sometimes I am acutely aware of the pressure of time, its ever enclosing nature. Here we are, alive and then not.
Philip K. Dick says, "Today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, poltiical groups--and the electronic hardware exists by which to deliver these pseudoworlds right into the heads of the reader."
La vie quotidian: one that is shaped by mass idiocy and delusion. We can only treasure those few moments when, for some mysterious reason, we feel acutely alive and conscious--moments that are, ironically as usual, insufferably painful and hopeless.
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