Digital Pessimism We hope to disappoint
Bombarded, enslaved and deceived by our ego, our education and prejudices, our culture with its values and its own language, our society and their chains …
In the very appearance of the world that makes us live in the dream of a bubble within a bubble indefinitely, with bubbles of all colors, that make us determine ourselves in ignorance, fleeing insecurity atom.
We are puppets of other puppets and our genes, natural selection scheduled, our fears and hopes fallen fruit of this, the indeterminacy camouflaged security of fate, love and ghosts hatred of our subconscious.
It is our weakness, as tiny dust in the dust that urges us to seek progress and feel immune to the explosion of forgotten small stars , as we try to observe the universe and escape from nihilism, while our own reality is responsible to no escape from it.
Mark Twain. Son of Stars, The Saturday Press. October 27, 1866
