Our world has been copied to outrageous proportions. If the world would vanish and the net remains (by some star-trekky astrophysical postulate), would the world still exist? At least, as we know it…. Or politely touched up?
Perhaps, your little left toe has not been uploaded yet! Hurry now! Or can the world exist perfectly without that stub? Without the whole of you even? Including the very memory of you…? Plenty of others more or less like you available from Instagram, surely? Besides, we’ve got Einstein and Poincaré, Dalí, Miró and Cézanne. All in all, I’d say, let’s call it a day! The databank seems complete by now, project finished? Are we missing a landmark? A foolish hill? A trivial lake? Have we not every tributary of the Ganges on satellite at least? Every termite hill, even? So, okay tomorrow, another day, another ant-project on it’s way, but hey, we get the picture of where that’s headed right? So what are we still uploading for? Waiting for that mutant porcupine that lives on plastic?
Oh, party-pooper me; we're not compiling a composite reproduction world; making a fraudulent almost-real collage; or assembling an encyclopedia of what life was like with our snaps and shots! We are celebrating this fest that is life, coming at us again and again and again and again.... Still, a tad disturbing that these are my first thoughts when failing to decide on a new wall-paper.
I think I might just go for lime-green, it came recommended to me recently as a great new coat for a jaded bedroom. Maybe it will put me to sleep before I even sign in and find more to overwhelm me and make me rain on everybody's upload parade....
Photo: Stockalper Castle - Emblem of Upper Valais
Henri Poincaré | Paul Cézanne
