A couple of days before we were confined to our homes I went to the opening in a gallery. I couldn't help but notice this need to notify our existence as a common feature to our daily life.
Always busy to fill other people in where we are right now and how it looks like...and so on.
This results in not being there at all, you exist only through the eye of your phone but having spread it all over the place we've made sure to be able to look it up later... something that will never happen.
At least I have the proof of what could have happened this evening, made a summary that replaces the event... and to be on the safe side sent it up into the cloud.
Everybody else just acts in the same fashion...a way to have our lives transfered into the magnetic field of a harddrive.
"There's a Bug in my computer"
art & motion by whornung
May be thats how bugs get into our computers but as long as they look as friendly as mine here...
who cares?
“Any foolish boy can stamp on a beetle,
but all the professors in the world cannot make a beetle.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer
