As we upload our memories, hopes and dreams in an attempt to escape our mortal flesh, stitching together bits from Instagram/ Twitter/Snapchat to the next hot app of the minute, embedding ourselves to the eternal interwebs - we stare into the flickering blue depths of HEV, a Frankenstein - our avatar stares back and reaches outward for connection. These incorporeal beings are straining for touch, deprived of body and thus of all sense organs. In a state of desolate loneliness, our human desire for meaning is reduced to existential anxiety. With every memory we share digital decay, begins a single bit that changes from 0 to 1, every repost - another two; three bits are flipped and the digital self does not endure. As Hume put it, “nothing but a bundle of different perceptions, which succeed each other with an inconceivable rapidity.”
What is the opposite of a computer: an analog expression of death and dying in the digital age.
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