We have no right to despise the present

If I was who I said I was, and you were who you said you were, and this was what we were, and this was all were, then what would be?

Nick Barham, author of Disconnected: Why Our Kids Are Turning Their Back On Everything We Thought We Knew, says: 'Online communities are all about sociability. It's just a different kind of sociability. You decide how the world will see you - your best-looking, or stupidest, photo. Your favourite phrases, not your embarrassing silences.'

My decisions: my mystifcations.
My favorite phrases: my mechanical repetitions.
The world: an object.
Me: the master of this object.

Eveything that Heidegger said about technology is here. How it delivers planetary death by stopping the world for turning: everything is already transparent. Everything is already known. So that there is nothing anymore for us to do.

A blissful deliverance. Desire disappears entirely. Or at least becomes divorced from me: do to me what you will, I don't mind at all. I won't even notice: I already know myself. My tastes. My fate. At some certain point in time, I decided this. And now it stands. For all time: ever unchanging. In the face of a future that is as certain as the past was.

So that dialectics in accordance finds themselves at a standstill. Myspace - whose space? The one made out of copper wires? We don't have friends anymore, now we have friendsters. Little machines with certain purposes. Sometimes they break down - this much is true. But there are always more where that one came from.

I want someone to sell me a camera, I place an advert.
I want someone to help me move house, I place an advert.
I want someone to fuck me in the ass, I place an advert.
I want someone sensitive and caring, to hold me at night, who likes to listen to La Monte Young, I place an advert.

But:

Hey, are you the tall red-head who was on the Northern Line-southbound today? It was around 5.30pm, you stood for a while then got to sit down, you were wearing a red sweater, blue denim mini and black tights... hair tied back....
I was standing next to you, then seated a couple of seats away and think you're gorgeous. We made eye-contact but I didn't have the nerve to follow you when you got off at Balham... if you feel like giving me a second chance, get in touch....
I was wearing jeans, a black zip top and a brown pinstripe jacket.
Would really like to take you out and gaze into those beautiful eyes...


We have no right to despise the present.