Post by rockefeller on Apr 2, 2022 19:37:22 GMT
Abed I close my book before I close my eyes. Ms. Rocks, however, will continue reading even after she has begun to snore. Sometimes her book will fall between us, lie splayed on her chest or across her face (therefore she won't read hardcover), other times balanced still open to her. I've learned not to ask if she's finished reading (hinting that she turn off her light). She isn't! This, she claims, is where she falls deepest into the story. From Dep's account of increasingly blank pages doomed to be forgotten, I see my wife is not alone in this approach. I think maybe I'll give it a try (might be as close as I come to writing again).
But I read Treiber's Pursuing Personhood sub in the usual, fully conscious way, and found it a credible piece of near-future, dystopian science fiction. It struck me as both realistic and cautionary, yet somehow metaphorical in the open-ended way that's always appealed to me. Roll your own meaning. For me, it asks, Do you want to go to heaven? To live (i.e., exist) in eternal connectedness and hopelessness, one with everything. Today virtual plots of land are selling for millions in the metaverse. So yes, we're almost there. But if I'm to join you, must I too become an imbecile and a genius, suffer your lame opinions, endure your corrections? Is individuality itself an illusion, without which there is only one vast loneliness? Is even this, what we imagine to be reality, not already a virtual construct. Are we not all connected to the same server? Or Is love more than just convoluted vanity?
This VC claims to "look forward to hearing what's fucked about it." Sadly, for me, not much. Maybe the sex scene. Or was sex intended to be reduced to masturbation in this realm of oneness? Also, I found the use of "as" as a conjunctive a little overworked at times. Employing "stated" vs. "said" in speech tags occasionally distracted. Might suggest avoiding them in favor of pairing spoken words with actions. E.g., Rocks picks up his new cheapo electric and powers up the amp. "Where have all the groupies gone?"
A few minor, perhaps even dubious, nits:
her musical lesson
music
A quiz appeared to confirm information retention.
This can be read two ways ("appeared" = seemed is how I first took it).
I wondered what was worse, this or loosing myself to the collective.
losing
Let's see how it fares upstairs. It's worth a second opinion.
But I read Treiber's Pursuing Personhood sub in the usual, fully conscious way, and found it a credible piece of near-future, dystopian science fiction. It struck me as both realistic and cautionary, yet somehow metaphorical in the open-ended way that's always appealed to me. Roll your own meaning. For me, it asks, Do you want to go to heaven? To live (i.e., exist) in eternal connectedness and hopelessness, one with everything. Today virtual plots of land are selling for millions in the metaverse. So yes, we're almost there. But if I'm to join you, must I too become an imbecile and a genius, suffer your lame opinions, endure your corrections? Is individuality itself an illusion, without which there is only one vast loneliness? Is even this, what we imagine to be reality, not already a virtual construct. Are we not all connected to the same server? Or Is love more than just convoluted vanity?
This VC claims to "look forward to hearing what's fucked about it." Sadly, for me, not much. Maybe the sex scene. Or was sex intended to be reduced to masturbation in this realm of oneness? Also, I found the use of "as" as a conjunctive a little overworked at times. Employing "stated" vs. "said" in speech tags occasionally distracted. Might suggest avoiding them in favor of pairing spoken words with actions. E.g., Rocks picks up his new cheapo electric and powers up the amp. "Where have all the groupies gone?"
A few minor, perhaps even dubious, nits:
her musical lesson
music
A quiz appeared to confirm information retention.
This can be read two ways ("appeared" = seemed is how I first took it).
I wondered what was worse, this or loosing myself to the collective.
losing
Let's see how it fares upstairs. It's worth a second opinion.