it does remain sustained, and maybe there’s something to return to slowly but not same, the time fades away, the delay outperforms the catharsis of immediacy, death of immediate intimacy causes death of everything in emotional landscape, and there’s a barren land to return to, with emotions buried or snarling like zombies waiting for more fresh fleshy emotions to step into the landscape to turn them, the emotional apocalypse is what we call digital intimacy without intention and prolonged attention, we barely find emotions (survivors) that are not terrified of being trapped in a emotional apocalyptic landscape, more often running from zombies and looking for a immediacy that doesn’t/ can’t exist.
it does remain sustained, and maybe there’s something to return to slowly but not same, the time fades away, the delay outperforms the catharsis of immediacy, death of immediate intimacy causes death of everything in emotional landscape, and there’s a barren land to return to, with emotions buried or snarling like zombies waiting for more fresh fleshy emotions to step into the landscape to turn them, the emotional apocalypse is what we call digital intimacy without intention and prolonged attention, we barely find emotions (survivors) that are not terrified of being trapped in a emotional apocalyptic landscape, more often running from zombies and looking for a immediacy that doesn’t/ can’t exist.
well said
This is interesting. In a pre-digital world people were allowed to float away. Now they haunt us as ghosts.
This was provocative and wonderful. Thank you.
big mood
Hey, I'd love to know who wrote this
ChatGPT, probably. It has all the mannerisms.
Have not read anything like this in a while❤️