Capetonification

You're losing it.
I'm losing it.
Your friends are losing it.
Your unborn children have already lost it.
Your parents try to resist it, but even they are not immune. Their strength is failing because of the appeal, the ease.

WHAT is IT?

Reality.

The real shit. Real people. Real places. Real words. Real emotions. That's what we're losng.
And we're letting it go. With no struggle.

Facebook. Twitter. Google. These are the constructs of a new world.
A world in which your friends are a piece of php with a photoshop'd profile pic.
A world where your communication is digital, asynchronous, impersonal, without feeling, lacking even the correctness of the language of your birth.
Your world is a digital map, a snapshot, still and lifeless, a world where you can jump continents by the flick of your wrist, where you walk through cities you've never breathed the air in, stand and marvel at the Wonders of the World without ever craning your neck to take in their magnificence.
Your knowledge is attained by asking an intellegent machine for the answers, answers gleened from a universe of shared human intellect that exists only in the form of some erratic electrons. Your mentor, your teacher, your god, your 8 ball, your book of answers, is a distributed hub of water-cooled cpu's, memory and hardrives.

What is your reality?
It's just is a copy.
And that is not even an accurate copy, because it is a lie, an unfaithful version of the reality that we are slowly shunning more and more, day by day, app by app.

Life is presented to us in the form of entertainment.
News is a distorted view, a representation of a world at war with itself, of death, hate, destruction, juxtaposed by a scripted, directed anecdote fed to us to make us feel better.
Our principles and morals, our understanding of the life we have, is a pay-for product from hollywood.
Our idea of the needs, the wants, the lusts are injected via a media that is just one more window into the mirage of our existential lie.
We learn humor and wit through comedy sitcoms.
We learn of romance and love through Soap Operas.
We come to worship the flickering picture.
We come to worship the inhabitants of a fake world: People who are faking their identities, faking their realities, faking their emotions. We feel for the unreal.
And Reality TV is a worst kind of lie, a tragic oxymoron.

Far be it of me to be an anti-technologist.
I embrace that shit.
Hell, I am at the forefront, living & working for a ISP. I suppose if the disjointed copy of reality you were subjecting yourself to was a drug, I'd be the pusher.
Which makes you my bitch.
I wish I could cut you off, but I can't.
I'd be unemployed.

And everyday, we give a bit more up.
A new app. A new social tool. Another method of removing you from the real world.
You're a frog, sitting in that pot of water. And the temperature is rising. And you don't even know it, because it's happening so slowly. It's almost boiling point, and you're almost gone.

And the worst part:
Do you even know the difference anymore?