Archive for February, 2011

Help I am trapped in this and literature and technology by night blog . . .

It is dark in here

Just a few moments ago, I was happily settling down to sleep in my small but cosy apartment in ——-, enjoying the evening sounds of voices in the street, the flicker of the night arc-lighting through my window shades, the punctuation of a gypsy cab’s horn working its way down the street honking at a too-slow car in front of it . . . .

ahh those daily sounds, how we overlook them and all their beauty until something like this happens . . .

Suddenly silence . . . silence and darkness and the feeling that I am somehow being gazed at by a crowd in a room queerly adjacent to me like a specimen in a box–

people sitting about a bunch of tables pushed together in a too-well-lighted box of a room, some with noses into their computers, other glancing up now and then to the front of the room which I can vaguely sense allows them to stare directly into this space in which I am entrapped, all the while a set of shoulders with a head with poorly combed hair turned away from me and a gesturing hand directs their attention toward where I lie unable to move. . .

It is a terrible thing, I realize, when a screen opens up in your space and you are trapped and people start looking in at you and pointing, nod their heads wisely, and in mumbling voices you cannot quite hear clearly but know are talking about this aspect of you first and then that aspect of you, and that they look intently as if trying to scrutinize a face for its lies and then pensively as if considering you and then with laughter in which you realize you are also somehow involved . . .

And you know that since you are in their blog they will keep you there, and never let you out, and moreover leave you posted on search engines available everywhere from Tierra del Fuego to inner New Jersey, for any and all, including the truly weird, to suddenly (like a windowshade let go that suddenly flaps up) open up yet another viewscreen onto you god knows where and scrutinize and stare and dismiss you or fix you ever more grotesquely to the spot with uncouth comments–

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