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-model screen — and there’s no pause button on the remote. Inattention is the new attention. In our digital dystopia — disconnection is the splinter of our dis/content. The unexamined life is the life worth living. It’s a Socratic nightmare and no one is awake enough to scream. Worship at the altar of leisure and pleasure — as long as it’s showing in HD.</p><p id="87d1">You extend the mortgage so you can extend the living room — because you need a bigger wall for your obscene entertainment emporium— the living room which is really a dying room — because you’re amusing yourself to death.</p><p id="e008"><i>Subscribe to the lie and live the dream —</i></p><p id="b709">How much content keeps us content? Who notices hypertension in the hyperreal? They say with enough disposable income you can outsource your heart condition or your high cholesterol — like you outsource anything that requires you to get off the couch — that insidiously — imperceptibly — day by day — is becoming your coffin. Velvet-cushioning the reality of mortality. Mesmerized, in your entertainment mausoleum. Sitting yourself into an early grave.</p><p id="6195">You shovel more stimulation for your tongue into your mouth — a predictable oscillation between salty and sweet — and tell yourself — <i>soon they’ll ha

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ve the technology</i>— and death will come with unlimited channels.</p><p id="01f4"><i>Because you subscribed to the lie and you’re living the dream …</i></p><p id="135d"><b><i>© Melissa Coffey January 2022</i></b></p><p id="242b">In my Arts degree, I minored in Media Studies and was fascinated by postmodern theory on the potential impacts of an increasingly entertainment and technology-driven zeitgeist. In writing this, there’s a little of my love of science fiction in the mix with ideas of postmodern media theorists such as Jean Baudrillard, who wrote on the idea of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperreality">hyperreal</a>.</p><p id="83b8"><b>More Postmodern-Inspired Musings:</b></p><div id="f3a4" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-new-image-matrix-becb86d0ea70"> <div> <div> <h2>The Image Matrix: A Prose-poem</h2> <div><h3>This endless scrutiny on the stage of patriarchy</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*RQzeYO0opmCRMBcW)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Mesmerized in your entertainment mausoleum

You’ve sold yourself the cheap-ticket delusion— stimulation is the cure for your disillusion. So you scan it, stream it, fastrack it. Upload it download it. Wave your latest phone to pay it. Silence is out and sensory overload is in. Silence is free because no one will buy it. You’d rather the ads than an absence. Even a nanosecond of airspace might remind you that something is missing. Plug into that surround sound. Endless stream in a digital daze. Keep your consciousness in the closet of unlimited distraction. And the subliminal subtext of every ad you consume — all hissing the same seductive tune —

Subscribe to the lie and live the dream —

Binge on those eps while you cram in those crisps— broadband infinitely expands the collective waistband. You’ve bought the newest-model screen — and there’s no pause button on the remote. Inattention is the new attention. In our digital dystopia — disconnection is the splinter of our dis/content. The unexamined life is the life worth living. It’s a Socratic nightmare and no one is awake enough to scream. Worship at the altar of leisure and pleasure — as long as it’s showing in HD.

You extend the mortgage so you can extend the living room — because you need a bigger wall for your obscene entertainment emporium— the living room which is really a dying room — because you’re amusing yourself to death.

Subscribe to the lie and live the dream —

How much content keeps us content? Who notices hypertension in the hyperreal? They say with enough disposable income you can outsource your heart condition or your high cholesterol — like you outsource anything that requires you to get off the couch — that insidiously — imperceptibly — day by day — is becoming your coffin. Velvet-cushioning the reality of mortality. Mesmerized, in your entertainment mausoleum. Sitting yourself into an early grave.

You shovel more stimulation for your tongue into your mouth — a predictable oscillation between salty and sweet — and tell yourself — soon they’ll have the technology— and death will come with unlimited channels.

Because you subscribed to the lie and you’re living the dream …

In my Arts degree, I minored in Media Studies and was fascinated by postmodern theory on the potential impacts of an increasingly entertainment and technology-driven zeitgeist. In writing this, there’s a little of my love of science fiction in the mix with ideas of postmodern media theorists such as Jean Baudrillard, who wrote on the idea of the hyperreal.

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