Spectacle

[lobooboscilator]

I never recognized the spectacular. However I was always aware of it. “There’s got to be another reason…” We all wish we were that “Neo” character but the sad reality is that most us will never be because we’ve dug ourselves in too deep into a societal hole. Society is spectacular. People lose the individual’s most valuable asset, solitude. We convince ourselves almost everyday that we’re a part of something bigger, whether it be the religious realization of life after death, or just being a part of something called society, we each have shaped the way we live our lives in accordance to these false beliefs. People believe that getting rich and wealthy is the only way to climb their societal ladders, but there is also the not so much climbed intellectual ladder. A lot of us don’t make the Cipher choice, since most of us don’t give ourselves to the opportunity to even realize a different life apart from the one we were developed for and everyday things that we do reassure that the leather straps are still tightly clamped around our ankles and wrists for example, the average New Yorkers’ dependence on the cellular phone. People invest their earnings into outrageous ring tones featuring their favorite artists so that every time they receive a call, they are reminded that they are a part of something. That something can be anything such as having friends who care enough to call the person, or that they are up to date with the week’s “hottest tunes”. But the reality is that they’re only living under a global conglomerate known as Verizon or Nextel. They are living their lives everyday depending on that little cellular phone to ring, so that their friend’s can reach them and tell them which bar or pub to meet them later tonight. I own a cellular phone and my dependence on it is ridiculous. I have waited for that ring so I can feel that I am a part of something. Every time my mom calls me, I’m constantly reminded of a “reasonable time” to be home. Every time a friend calls, I probably know where and how I’m going to spend my time. They say the pen is mightier than the sword, and it might as well be mightier than that hunk of metal floating around the earth, relaying cell phone signals. In a way cellular phones dumb down the human brain. I could have never spoke like this essay over the phone nor thought the same way. We infatuate ourselves with this idea of an efficient method in which we can relay messages to each other that we lose track of what we say to each other. Instead of in depth conversations, we speak bland phrases like “what’s up” and “ok, bye” to each other because we don’t “want to waste our minutes.”
I do intend to emancipate myself from mental slavery. I feel it is very important to do so if I am to produce art, which is a product of someone’s mind. And if I don’t, my art wont be challenging if the “fuck yea!” guy that stands outside Seven Eleven has the same mental ability to think the same thing. I intend to emancipate myself by questioning everything I do. “There’s got to be another reason…” There always is because the world is endless. I think this is the only time I should separate my whites from my blacks because if everything were to be entirely one or the other I would be lost. I think we’re all cyphers from birth, its just some of us try to be Neo’s and some of us like being “fuck yea!” guy that stands outside Seven Eleven.