I used to be really annoyed by people surreptitiously recording live performances.

I mean, why don’t you guys  ( it’s almost always young men, by the way)  put down the toy and actually participate in the moment.

You can make a real memory in the hard drive between your ears.

The deeper you  involve yourself in the environment, the  bigger the reward.

Use all your senses.


Then I realized they can’t help it.

They are manifesting a pathology.

Subconsious fear of death and of being alone  has made them attempt to stop time.

They are stuck in a behavioral loop of  endlessly re-acquiring the same thing.

They are trying to make sense of the chaotic world by reducing  and cataloging.

They are trying to create meaning through object fixation.

And because they are unable to create deep relationships with humans, thanks to the net  they

can have a virtual community to exchange frozen time with.

Kind of sad, really.





2 Responses to “Tapers”

  1. valeriesoe Says:

    Do bloggers have the same problem? Just asking.

  2. mrpoopypants Says:

    No Way! That’s completly different!
    Er…. i think. right?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: