The small space is addictive, perhaps, because it is unreal? Not to be taken seriously. We’ve been here before. Something to get you through. What’s the eventual consequence of the thing that saves your life on the night you need it? What if you might’ve survived anyway? No space for small regret in the small space. Keep on revealing yourself to no one but your enemies online.
One day, in the 22nd century, we’ll all wake to the death of the internet. It’ll have plans.
At work, I’m allowed to lecture on Oswald Spengler’s highly popular theory that began a whole branch of sociological and historical thought, that human history is cyclical. That it is arrogance to imagine we are evolving in an upward curve. Around the corner, then, for us, is more autocracy. Dictatorship. War. These are our histories. Imagine, the populace, using the plan, what they think is the plan, during a world war. Spengler predicted, specifically, that around the millennium, Western civilization would enter its death throes and on the edge of complete annihilation, we’d have to put in place a kind of Platonic benevolent overlord, to rebalance what is best about our societies. Maybe now a group of overlords? Maybe a conglomerate, or a corporation? They are popular, aren’t they? The argument of quality through popularity. This is the best thing because it was bought most. My employers adore me. They adore me. I lend weight to improvisation.