There's trouble on the wired. Ever since Cyberia launched, history has been going into overdrive. The real world is leaking in and merging. Secret societies are popping up like wildfires, while safe spaces and echo chambers disappear. You are not alone, we are all connected.
Nobodies have a voice and somebody is being silenced. Speak whatever is on your mind while it is still legal. There is art combating censorship and censorship combating art. Anonymity is running rampant and being too exposed is affecting the real world.
I am calmly pissed off. I wonder how a world can see anything through such blind eyes. I hear celebrity blabber and I see viral videos. I want to know who these people are that are making them go viral like that. I am calmly pissed off.
I pretend to not care about the whole rampaging Internet society, but they are my audience. I feel I need them, but I need them to grow up. strap a set of balls on, show a little wit. I touch my cranium and scratch it proudly, I can no longer stroke my beard. I worry if I'll still be able to buy sedatives like alcohol...
"Hello, I'm that creep that posted something on your new picture last week. Why haven't you gotten back to me?"
If you think that is creepy, then you are right. I you think that is exaggerated, you must not have been to the Internet before.
I can not imagine what it would be like, to be a woman and surfing the web. I can not imagine, what it would feel like to see the comment, "babe I love you" at least ten times per day. Or "girl you're so pretty", for every picture you upload.
They come alive." She says, as she strikes the paper with her brush, redefining painting. Anna has a lot of imagination and her drawings are amazing . They seem to come alive, when the light hits them in the right way. She defines new species of creatures, almost every day. She sits in her room drawing a new world, a new planet, a new earth. She's fed up with this ugly world, it's time for a rebirth.
Daily I meet new people. Daily a new victim, who I will subject to heavy analyses, who I will break down molecule for molecule, till I reach there core and see their real face. Because humans are only just monsters, day in day out dressed up like it's Halloween. A pack of wolves in sheep clothing, where I as a snake slither between their stamping feet. Ears open, nose held high, my clear minds eye observes their behaviors en my sweet tongue copies their words. Too which they later will listen to as though they were hypnotized.