Brainfuck

December 2009. The screen was there, desolate, sad, cynical. My sight wandered between one window and the other, continuously. Something like the people with the habit of changing the TV channel again and again, without stop. Is like trying to catch the most amount of images possible. Make them yours, be jealous, not letting them go. And above all, give them no truce.

The pages of what was priority stayed, as a couple of weeks ago, at the end of my interests at the moment. Coffee, facebook, twitter, view to the urban landscape, the analysis in Senses of Cinema is fuckin' great, coffee, facebook, twitter, what the fuck do we hand in tomorrow?

A very dear friend of mine and very putilla coined (or at least introduced me) a term for the people of the current generation, in which the social webs and other spaces, not only work as a tool, but create little things... little pleasures, very very addictive, that make you become a captive client/user. That term is digital autistic. What an appropriate term!

The worst is that digital autism doesn't seem to be the exception, but the rule. Either because you're a laptop slave thanks to your profession or study, or you simply have the possibility to access social webs by cellphone or other media the activity that appears every 5-10 seconds, is frankly scary.

I don't want to get to the point of having a blackberry or iphone in my hands. The worst thing is I will. 2010 looks like we'll be one step closer to being Wall-E-esque people. We're getting there. I have no doubt. People tend to think that I'm kidding when I say Wall-E is a prophetic movie. I think they're in denial.

I hope society proves me wrong... I don't think so. We've already crossed the point of no return and there's nothing left but to keep on with the same ridiculous obsession for the quick, the immediate, the quantity and no quality... Artificial autism. Good, we're on our way.

Disgusting!