I have to write something here about writing. Once upon a time I made quite a rousing amount of monetary encouragement as a writer of sorts. But now just about nobody does because modern technology has magically transformed every living creature, including some farm animals, into fantastic writers, amazing artists, the greatest musicians the world has ever known and, because the world was wanting for another trillion or so, we’ve got one trillion new surprisingly witty critics who live to leave scathing comments on at least 40 million websites, blogs, or what-have-you, before they go to sleep at night.
Now, just about anybody who once made a living creatively due to some ‘gift’ they couldn’t ignore has been run over by this bus filled with electro- narcissists who have in effect elbowed the highly trained and the truly talented towards a pauper’s grave. (Mozart, make room!)
Real musical geniuses have to give away their music now and hope for voluntary donations. Fine newspapers, magazines and television news programs have had to do away with almost every actual journalist and well-informed news and social commentator because we don’t need them anymore. We can get by much better with mind-wrenchingly dumb rumors and the hearsay of idiots. And they don’t cost anything because they live with their parents and don’t need more than the cost of a computer and super-speedy Internet access.
We are technologicating ourselves into something, which is fast making the Dark Ages seem glowing with insight by comparison. But we’ve got that technological edge I’ve heard so much about, so I’m happy about that. Death, despair, divorce, suicide, unanimous poverty with a technological edge. It’s kind of a dream come true.
I don’t want to write again. But I also don’t want to breathe that much anymore either. Sometimes instinct takes over and you find yourself still alive and sitting right here for no immediately apparent reason. Then, you start scribbling these little notes and blasting them off into Never Never Land.
Who cares? Nobody I know.
