Saturday, June 08, 2019

White Dot

Entertainment has devolved into a caricature of some weird, dystopian fantasy world created in the mind of a mentally damaged, delusional child. Sometimes I enjoy it. Most of the time I don't, though.

Does that mean I'm getting old? Does it mean something is wrong with the world? The easy answer is that I'm old.

Another answer could be that all of the forms of media we have are finally running out of things to say. Like a twist on the Infinite Monkey Theorem, we've slapped all the keys and made all of the finite, intelligible combinations. All that's left are the unintelligible ones.

Or maybe something is wrong. "OKAY, Dad..." Quiet, now.