When our bodies finally go


It’s almost as though they were live streaming their lives to themselves, so they could understand it.

The livestreamer’s “job, as he sees it, isn’t to mediate imagery, but rather to vacuum up as much of it as he can.

One fine day in the not so distant future we will reach the critical point of *every*thing being live streamed. That doubtlessly will make our nowness implode. Then our shells will be unable to hold all our insides and that’s when we’ll explode. And it won’t be a pretty sight.

We’ll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go.

From the nuclear blast goth of the 80s to the digital blast goth of today.

Control your body, control your angst.

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