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Ack, I'm lonely. Would it be better if the world was clamoring at my door? Yes, I think it would even be better if it were gone from here entirely, and I could be calm with my loneliness, groove on my boredom. Having it chattering quietly in a box in the corner makes it almost impossible to do anything...
(Now there's a story idea: "The World" -- someone gives a lonely man a box containing an entire world, filled with people and politics and strife and carnivales; and since he can visit it like a god, anonymously, from above, he ends up addicted to it and eventually rots away in his shitty apartment staring into a beat-up old cardboard box.)
(Nah. Maybe too heavy-handed, this day and age. I don't have the subtlety to make it come off as anything other than a pretty rant.)
(Though if one preserved the ambiguity, avoided making outright normative judgments, maybe speculated that his fate was not much different, if not better, than anyone else's...)
(I'll shut up now.)
(Now there's a story idea: "The World" -- someone gives a lonely man a box containing an entire world, filled with people and politics and strife and carnivales; and since he can visit it like a god, anonymously, from above, he ends up addicted to it and eventually rots away in his shitty apartment staring into a beat-up old cardboard box.)
(Nah. Maybe too heavy-handed, this day and age. I don't have the subtlety to make it come off as anything other than a pretty rant.)
(Though if one preserved the ambiguity, avoided making outright normative judgments, maybe speculated that his fate was not much different, if not better, than anyone else's...)
(I'll shut up now.)