When I was a kid I got into web design by ripping off sites I liked. All you had to do was view source on your browser and there it was. The code. You could copy paste it, modify it a little, put your name on it, and like that, it was your site. View source. What if we had that for people? Would people really wanna see?
Choices. Maybe Mr. Robot’s right. That’s what this is all about, the yesses and nos of life. But do we decide them or do they decide us?
When a bug finally makes itself known, it can be exhilarating, like you just unlocked something. A grand opportunity waiting to be taken advantage of.
Sometimes it’s hard to listen to an explanation, even when it’s from myself. Especially when it’s from myself. It would be so much easier to only pay attention when I needed to.
Am I crazy not to like this guy? Among some of his Facebook likes are George W. Bush’s Decision Points, Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen, and the music of Josh Groban. Must I really justify myself any further?
Daemons, they call them. They perform action without user interaction. Monitoring, logging, notifications. Primal urges, repressed memories, unconscious habits. They’re always there, always active. We can try to be right, we can try to be good. We can try to make a difference, but it’s all bull****. ‘Cause intentions are irrelevant. They don’t drive us. Daemons do.
Maybe it’s not about avoiding the crash. But it’s about setting a breakpoint to find the flaw in the code, fix it, and carry on until we hit the next flaw. The quest to keep going, to always fight for footing. Maybe we’re all just stumbling from the right questions to the wrong answers, or from the right answers to the wrong questions. It doesn’t matter where you go or where you come from, as long as you keep stumbling. Maybe that’s all it takes. Maybe that’s as good as it gets.
Control can sometimes be an illusion. But sometimes you need illusion to gain control. Fantasy is an easy way to give meaning to the world, to cloak our harsh reality with escapist comfort. After all, isn’t that why we surround ourselves with so many screens? So we can avoid seeing? So we can avoid each other? So we can avoid truth?