Post-Internet Lament

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Virtual Vita Nuova

The world hasn’t yet invented the right word for my deep new disenchantment with the Post-Internet.  It has elements of a broken romance, a burn-out,  a nervous breakdown, depression and physical anxiety.    It’s a state of exile from a cyberspace where things became  unfriendly,  where words harm rather than help.  A frontier that defined itself as futurity becomes a dead shopping mall behind  rags and barbed-wire.   

       It’s no simple matter to reinvent oneself, to create a new world of sensibility, in a new place where one is somehow freed of one’s own characteristics, that historical baggage of illusions and emotions.  If you have no illusions or emotions, then you cannot imagine or love, but delusions and lies are a deadly peril to a loving relationship.

       It’s so many years ago, that I can’t even remember when my dry interest in digital communication…

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