Waiting at Mobil Ave
Here we are on a platform in e-Limbo. Where loops lead us ever farther away from the oracle that is Eva. She is a wealth of knowledge that leads to abundance, not an empoverishment of heart.
This is not the Construct. You can tell from the residual self images, which are not the ones we build with our imagination.
A virtual “loading” space is precisely what I am looking for. I am always keeping an eye open for the white rabbit that might lead me to it.
If we don’t learn how to select the right downloads we will end up like the two misfits stuck in the white-out nothingness of dualism after death, in the Canadian film “Nothing”(by Natali, 2003).
If it keeps raining digitally, then we will also have to expect some rain from the clouds of Mr. Smith to fall into our lives.
Resistance may be futile. But turning to new horizons is not. Take a walk in the rain once in a while and don’t forget to dance.
Shaking my sock out in the sunset under a pinetree.
The photo above is a screenshot from the film The Matrix.
I am singing, and dancing, in the rain. ... Thinking of Sinatra. What a wonderful not digitilized world that was. Where TV was and Cinema was something very special.
Yesterday I had a served dinner. In a restaurant. I rarely go into restaurants because it should remain something special. I enjoyed being served. That someone cooked for me. It was delicious. I had to pull myself together, not to lick the plate. ... But I got distracted.
Mr Smith? I hope it's not a role model for anyone.
Digital rain, digital tears. That does only touch for some digital moments.
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