I managed to spend a good part of my life avoiding being aware of most kind of “news”. All the daily news stuff i couldn’t stand, or handle — the things i had not the capacity to process while still trying to maintain my sanity
“My focus tends to be smaller than the whole world.”
[Someone’s left the TV set on, one hundred years ago.]
This morning’s coffee tastes like yesterday’s expired statistics and I still wonder where the real world has gone, i used to hear so much about it. Was it already extinct before i was born?
(The TV set was abandoned in an adjacent room that doesn’t exist anymore, yet it’s shouting louder and louder as each day passes.)
1/ Looking at the world filtered through a bunch of screens is my worst idea of hell.
2/ Some days I really miss what was once The Web.
[Previously — Data smog & Analysis paralysis]
[Voir aussi: Utopía de un hombre que está cansado de JL Borges]