The Arc of Deception

Morning Shadows, 2022, Archival Digital Print

The fiction of the on-line world originally seemed a field of play to me.

Here was the first arena of the imagination that could be shared globally.  It would be a playground of possibilities for poets, novelists, animators, artists.  I innocently imagined a playground where all the children could pretend and create as they wanted.  It would be my childhood mind gone global.  I had omitted the bullies and the hidden-under-the-rock ogres who also infest the child’s world.

So here we are with our minds stolen out from under us and now instead of creating we are all sucking at its teat and ingesting horror after horror of doubt, misinformation, unsubstantiated claims and slowly turning into wobbly, wild tribal people.

 

 

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