History truly does repeat itself. pic.twitter.com/96ZGazkg3e
— Darth Vader™ (-o-)🌐 (@Burnt_Out_Darth) March 27, 2017
… in this pervasive virtual world, the online clamor grew louder and louder. Although I spent hours each day, alone and silent, attached to a laptop, it felt as if I were in a constant cacophonous crowd of words and images, sounds and ideas, emotions and tirades — a wind tunnel of deafening, deadening noise. So much of it was irresistible, as I fully understood. So much of the technology was irreversible, as I also knew. But I’d begun to fear that this new way of living was actually becoming a way of not-living.
Despite being almost impossible to read, this is insanely great.
Punctuation in Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy (left) and in Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner (right).
Source, with some analysis here.
(It always seemed to me that the occult suggestion of Deleuze & Guattari’s ‘becoming-animal’ crossed into this domain — populated by scratches, hesitations, and voiceless micro-depositions.)