I had this realization a few of years ago. I think it speaks to the normalized culture of extreme-irony-that-borders-on-outright-normalized-cynicism, as well as the interpersonal-behavior/communication that is so heavily, heavily — so heavily — inundated with pop-culture/advertising-culture/capital market-culture, that makes up the average “hip” and “with it” and “young” (virtually anything and anyone connected to the internet) person.

It’s all simulacra. There’s nothing foundational (even here, Medium is under-lining “foundational” in Red, because it apparently ISN’T a word? note: this happens with almost anything I write on any page — an example for the poverty of intellectuality in everyday life) or real about any of today’s culture.

This is demonstrable. But, alas, the massive weight of culture speeds ahead.

But I agree. Every day I find more inspiration from the average, the “blank slate” spaces. They are more human. More alive with unspoiled possibility. Unsoaked in four levels of irony and a cacophony of references, like the never-ending house of mirrors.

The internet, and it’s media-esque biases (like a gun has “biases”) have every swallowed and consumed whatever it can touch.

Including humanity and human-ness.

The internet has it’s uses, for sure.

But I choose not-the-internet, every time that I have choices.

We’re more in-touch with corporations, companies, and advertising than in previous human history.

There’s no way that’s a good thing. I don’t care how “clean” advertisers make the iPhone, or it’s applications, look.