She said the people she chatted to often seemed “really nice” but were obviously lonely, making the whole process feel sad, especially as she was not the person she was pretending to be.
I feel like this summarizes the time we’re living in. Some poor bastard somewhere sitting on his computer chatting with some lady he believes he is paying for attention, but in fact he is just being pitied by some unnamed underpaid worker in the Philippines. Meanwhile they’re both filling the accounts of an online influencer and some onlyfans tech bro, both of whom are surely completely miserable in their own right.
Distribution of labor, distribution of misery. Both labor and misery are inherent, but ability to change the kinds of labor and misery is what makes our time more like heaven than something in XV century.
Still, sometimes this also seems to be sliding back as it’s harder and harder to control your movement in that stream.
People seek bland fantasies when they are lost (the poor bastard), other people seek some broken solutions when they are lost (the performer), other people use some way of keeping to exist when they are lost (the tech bro), and other people feel how something they do kinda more normal and honest than the previous variants still feels like a cardboard shape of a person (the unnamed underpaid worker).
I just thought that someone should really make a “moderate modern cyberpunk” movie\story out of this. There’s really no need to show brain chips and holographic UIs in that story. The mood will do, something between Neuromancer, Vacuum Flowers and Blade Runner, but around this picture and even without violence.
“Someone should” might be an indication that I should, except I’ve never done writing, for real. Only descriptions of nature. There’s a person who writes plays sometimes. I’m not sure that person wants to have anything in common with me, though.
A lot to unpack here.
I feel like this summarizes the time we’re living in. Some poor bastard somewhere sitting on his computer chatting with some lady he believes he is paying for attention, but in fact he is just being pitied by some unnamed underpaid worker in the Philippines. Meanwhile they’re both filling the accounts of an online influencer and some onlyfans tech bro, both of whom are surely completely miserable in their own right.
Distribution of labor, distribution of misery. Both labor and misery are inherent, but ability to change the kinds of labor and misery is what makes our time more like heaven than something in XV century.
Still, sometimes this also seems to be sliding back as it’s harder and harder to control your movement in that stream.
People seek bland fantasies when they are lost (the poor bastard), other people seek some broken solutions when they are lost (the performer), other people use some way of keeping to exist when they are lost (the tech bro), and other people feel how something they do kinda more normal and honest than the previous variants still feels like a cardboard shape of a person (the unnamed underpaid worker).
I just thought that someone should really make a “moderate modern cyberpunk” movie\story out of this. There’s really no need to show brain chips and holographic UIs in that story. The mood will do, something between Neuromancer, Vacuum Flowers and Blade Runner, but around this picture and even without violence.
“Someone should” might be an indication that I should, except I’ve never done writing, for real. Only descriptions of nature. There’s a person who writes plays sometimes. I’m not sure that person wants to have anything in common with me, though.