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asleep in the plastic ghetto

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slip Dec 08, 2003 05:07 Read 55 times, Dig?
in front of the tv, they sleep, believing what they see to be a real world in which they live. all around them things are happening. a bug walks right next to his head on the chair. in the dirty kitchen something is humming, something is rattling. colors stick to the walls, and there are smells too. the sun is moving, or is it the shadows? outside someone is dying, someone is sick. he in front of the control tube does not know. later he will recite what he has seen thinking that it is his own opinion. he can't remember, he refuses to believe it is not his own thought. he has opinions, knows facts, is adament about this. others offer other opinions, always within his own sphere, because they too watch the control tube. they have adopted the other opinion, so they can argue, they can talk.
outside there is another universe. it is huge. it is expanding. it is available, but they will not enter. how can he enter a universe he cannot see of feel?
meanwhile, someone pulls the strings, sets the tone for these receptive drones. someone who is ever unseen, someone labled authoritative sources. meanwhile the air is curling around new universes, tiny in their birth, right here in the livingroom. "living"room?
he who sits in front of the control tube is dead. he who sees a minute of it has lost a minute of his life. irrevocably it is gone. the life ticks out of him, heartbeat by heartbeat. his view narrows down to the"issues" set and produced for him. a limited but complicated world where you can choose this opinion, or that one. ever turning inward on itself, ever offering variations of the tried and untrue, all theories, all thoughts are produced and offered for your digestion.

it takes a long time for a tv person to wake up even after he has killed the tube. for a long time he still can't see the bug, the colors, or hear a rattling. the vision is tunnel, the world seems so flat without it.he cannot stand his own restlessness. he fidgits, he needs alcohol, needs stimulants, needs painkillers. his mind is maddeningly empty, demanding filling, screaming for a fix.  he thinks he is out of touch. he thinks he needs to tune in to be aware of what is happening.

meanwhile, a bird is talking to him. an ant is willing to share the world of the ant. he steps on the ant. did not see the ant. the bird was just a moving shadow. empty. all empty except for the harshest of stimulants, all is dead, all is silent.

the wind has something to say. the wind wants to play. it is tickeling your nose. there is a funny story it wants to share with you. the blood in your veins is warning you about something. the sound of the refrigerator recites a poem. the mold on your sandwich is colonizing a conquered world. leaves falling tell a new fable. somewone is sick. a galaxy is forming under your bed. it invites you to join it, to travel to unknown realms and become king. there is a movie in the shadow on your wall. tiny and colorful, it tells the story of a forgotten princess who prays for a prince to share her brave quest in the infinite  and royal earthland of the sunspot.

but the prince is dead. he did not have the strength to handle the pain of withdrawl. he went crazy, or thought he might. he he was too restless, too empty to stay. his itch became a mortal wound, or that's what he thought. he was insufferably lonely, or that's what he felt. the images that fed him were withdrawn, and he starved to death, or thought he would. he went to a bar and had a drink. the control tube was there. it showed bowling. it was endlessly comforting, that bowling. suddenly there was something to think about. he had an opinion. he talked to his barmates about how boring the bowling was. they agreed and made jokes about it. he was home. the bug, the bird, the wind, the leaf and the courageous princess continued  to expand.
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  • "Im reminded of the bumper sticker on my truck. first bumpersticker i put on her. says "kill your tv" i owned a vcr for 2 years even without owning a tv. finaly bought one 3 months ago. tv's are ok." - silverstone
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