The Collapse of Reality

Nothing is real anymore. Look at any photographs at any art show, and all one sees is photoshop. Spectacular occurrences of chance happen commonplace. Colors of a drug impaired visual cortex jump out in unnatural form. Read supposed news stories that contain an all too convenient narrative, taking on a surreal life of their own. Basic facts vanish into the mist of the Narrative. Memoirs have replaced the autobiography, with their made up narratives, impressive story arcs, and edited scenes. Sports has become a Soap Opera, its not about on the field. Its about off the field, the personalities, who said what, who did what. What happened to just play the game talk about the game. Politics is also Fake, with the Fake narrative, made up Fake stories, told and sold to infantile voters.

Where did Reality go? Was it ever here to begin with? Is the present always unreal, only sifted out in the future as an interpreted historical record of the past? Is that when reality is created? Modernists discovered Hermon Melville and remade his image in their own. In the real world things happen. Real things happen. Not everyone is privy to these things, but the tree falling makes a noise.  Guess that does not make a good narrative. Can't sell adds or get clicks with that. So Capitalism demands that reality capitulate?

In simpler freedom potential restricted times, reality was ever-present. If one was born to a farm family, one would become a farmer. Reality was plowing the field. Day after Day. But Religion was more popular back then as a release from, and subsistence to the daily grind. But Religion has not always been omnipresent everywhere across all the miserable centuries. More common was to live a short brutish life of reality. So the New Religion of Narrative as
 distraction is Unreal.

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