Information Age Idiot

Hark! For I will never come again. My mission is pressing and it tells me of everything, all the time. It makes me spin plates on my fingers and on each of them Aquinas directs angels to the head of a pin. We can talk, if you’d like, about anything as long as we both know it’s not really happening, nothing’s ever happening and we laugh and we cry and we all say the same things. These things we know to be true because we knew them so, and when people came to us knowing these things they gave us arguments and cases and agreed with us, knowing that we knew it was so. And when we come across someone who does not yet know they smile and say ‘I did not know!’ and we smile too, because now we know that they know.

Thus the new world was born out of chaos, a thousand wriggling truths lie behind the curtains of our minds, coiling around and strangling each other. They crawl in through our eyes and ears and spew out through our mouths and hands. Nothing is made anymore, our hands can no longer hold the way they used to. Tools slip from our grip, as when these worms can find no release they fall and wriggle in our stomachs and make us sick. When we block our eyes and ears the space where the worms live becomes starved, the big ones eat the little ones and become too big to throw themselves down our constricitng throats. Eventually they become too big even for our heads. How horrible our lives become when our mouths stay closed.