Removal of tongues, shutting down of internet for an entire country, pressure against the expression of idiosyncratic thought. Should these not make us, at minimum, ill at ease? And then? Willed post human life, as we slept? Language described as tortured? Never cease to be stunned by how it can be possible we do not recognize the curve of earth, the paths to seeing other, and the luxury of expression. I concede a grain of sand may cause us to perceive that our shoe causes us pain, but to willfully pressure for elimination or restriction of clamornauticus seems to indicate that post human may be in closer proximity than perceived. (Caution, objects in mirror are closer than they appear. )
"... closer than they appear." On one mundane, optical level, they are twice as distant, yet on another scale of the metaphysical, right inside the transmitter.
We live in a world that is possibly itself within another. It's the very thought that prompted my title for the much later galleries of my non-pro photography, where I have mostly abandoned thing in preference for idea of signal. Hence,
Glimpsed Parallels (which is the only growing section in my website) that, to me, is absolutely about an impression that comes my way, usually at the time of clicking, but quite often much later on when I get around to looking at it again on the monitor. It's sometimes quite a delay and change of rail before the picture finalizes. Really, it's why it actually doesn't matter a hill of beans if anyone else sees anything there or not: sufficient, for me, that I did. It's the leaks, you see, the tiny tears in the fabrics of the two realities that allows the sightings. Now there's a fine, unoriginal idea!
Shutting down of the Internet? Curiously, there is, today, a thing going on in the UK about a little fourteen-year-old girl, the most public of these events to date, who took herself out after an intensive exposure to Instagram self-harm postings. The government is "seriously considering this" and the Internet companies make the same claim. Nothing will happen until the advertising people also object to the juxtaposition of their sales stuff and such material... how strange that only money removes these things, and that freedom to spread mayhem is otherwise considered more important than some impressionable young lives.
Language is about communication. I feel that all the separists of this world, the ones who scream for tv stations (on the national purse) for verbal codes not used outwith some remote croft in uncharted
UK Scottish wilderness, on some Welsh farm or even in tourist meccas in the Mediterranean are remarkably strange manifestations of eased communication, of getting to know one another better. I don't know if common sense has resolved this yet or not, but in the Balearics, Spanish doctors are/were? obliged to speak Catalan as well as the official Castilian; the native islander language is a version of Catalan - yet in all my years here, I have never come across a local who cannot speak Castilian. In one fell swoop the language freaks have decided that it's better to die than be attended by a doctor who can't also speak the local lingo. The lunatics, the asylum...
Of course, that's quite a leap sideways from the topic to hand, but yes, the use of hype and flashy vocabulary certainly has its place, but I don't think it ever helps communication when out of its comfort zone. Then, I think it just slips into the pretentious, which does nobody a lot of good. If you want to be - or are - a poet or writer for some literary vehicle, then go for it, throw open your thesaurus and have an orgy. For a humble photography website?
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