The first snow of the year and it's a schizophrenic weather front of rain, then sleet, then large fluffy flakes. Getting out of work today I was so happy I could hardly contain myself within my own skin as the weather intermixed with my electric mood and laid out an afternoon of reading, writing, journaling and caffeinating that has set my mind on fire again.
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Sometime today I hoped to get some ideas down about what would make somebody want to read fictions these days of movies, reality TV and MP3 downloads galore. The crux of my concern lies between the hyper reality we now live in as a result of the overstimulation of the media and its constant impact on our daily lives and how (I believe) it may reduce our want to leave reality for a world of fiction; and then on the other hand, our desire to comprehend reality for what it is. It seems that we need a grasp reality well before (in all sanity) we want to give it up for the fictional world. This interplay helps us get perspective on reality by allowing us to get a break from it. However, if we can't get a grasp on it because it is so hyper-real and contstantly stimulating our desires for many things in many ways, do we have enough perspective on it so as to allow us the desire to get away for it. It is almost as if we are in constant amazement with it in a way seductive lover may constantly attract our attention and yet by doing so, and because of this effect, we can't quite get outselves to pull away from it to get any perspective.
A related thought/question:
Are we forced to got back to an oral tradition of story telling; rely on the mere fragments of sound bites and internet link-to-link-to-linking; or do we have a narrative that can be told like a novel and comprehended like a novel?
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