We didn’t start the fire. But we have replaced the source of our attention.

See, as a very drunken conversation of a friend turned up, in the beginning when our thick protruding brows still obscured it, there was the sun. We could not dare keep the cruel gaze of the flaming cycloptic overlord even when we did finally lift our heads. Then there was fire to tend to, promethean that seemed to descend from skies above, a gift of the gods that probably came out of the swift weapon of their wrath. Then- and this was the turning point- like little lightning bolts regulated into volts, and after many mad and dangerous experiments- electric wires lit our bulbs. Soon there was white snow and blue glaze of TV glare lighting every window at the evening’s setting. Now we’ve got a whole lot of 1 & 0’s that came with a green screen and not fire burn but radiation.

last modified Nov 23, 2003 at 13:22

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