Why am I here? Writing this at 2:51am, with work beckoning in the morning. Why does it matter? Who's going to actually read this? Does anyone actually read anything on here? No one comments or leaves any trace in this place, that's for sure. This strange, virtual, seemingly vivid, yet non-existent void... that is where this "place" is. This blog, your streaks on snapchat, your hearts on instagram, your retweets on twitter... all of it is imaginary, lifeless, metaphysical, spontaneously generated, then muddled and forgotten.
The reason why any of this, what you're reading, what you do on this void, matters, is because we give it the power to matter. The internet, in all its glory and complexities, with its physical electrons amounting up to the size of a strawberry, impresses, befuddles, teaches, enthralls, and controls us all because we give it the power to do so. I wonder to myself, if we have the power to let the non-existent indulge us, then what do we have the power to let the physical world do?
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