#telemorphosis

Within this material world without a trace of humor, what sort of monster could laugh back-stage? What sort of sarcastic divinity could laugh about all of it from his innermost depths?

There will soon be nothing more than self-communicating zombies, whose lone umbilical relay will be their own feedback image – electronic avatars of dead shadows perpetually retelling their own story.

"Or even more, that of an "interactive" couple who continuously project the entirety of their relationship onto the internet in real-time. Who watches them? They watch themselves, but who else does, since everyone can get off, virtually speaking, from the same domestically integrated circuit? There will soon be nothing more than self-communicating zombies, whose love umbilical relay will be their own feedback image--electronic avatars of dead shadows who, beyond death and the river Styx, will wander perpetually passing their time retelling their own story. Just enough of something is still taking place in order to give retrospective illusion, beyond the end, of reality, or the illusion of sexuality, or the illision of the social, but which is only evoked in a desparate interaction eith oneself."