24 December, 2024 04:05
Please do not click on this link to nowhere
The tornado is loud and crashing
Songs I want to sing but cannot not since I have a god awful voice. The voices of the different singers come in and out sometimes snippets of lyrics with the music, and then attached [like the ads I suppose] are the memories associated with the song and lyrics and it could be so many. My – your head – our heads are filled with noise, so "they", we search for quiet, for mindfulness.
We run to the beach or nebech to drugs, does it have to be extremes? To get away from the noise, but the deal is, whereever one goes there is always someone chatting on their phone, smoking, blaring their awful music choices and who are you to judge, if they came to the beach to get away, why can’t they bring their noise and comforts with them? Who are you to decide what is for someone else? Who are you?
Who ARE YOU? You say to evoke a response, a click, another screen pops up and more ads.
Always more ads, so you pay some company your hard earned money, give them [whomever they are] a few bucks, just to not have ads. But guess what now they, whomever they are now sell your data. You are [me as well] we are all just traffic. Just eyeballs to justify the networks and more ads. The TV, radio and now our screens are just platforms to sell us [me as well] something. What if we all just stopped buying? If we did not click? If we just turned off the [fill in the blank] so we post unironically — Hey, I am going off line
[And wait for someone to repost, to heart the post about us supposedly going offline]. But we don’t actually go anywhere, because there is no way being stuck with my own noise is going to happen! I can’t be in my own head – god forbid, there is no quiet there. So I scroll and scroll, and then complain about what some total stranger posts – as if that person even exists and what they post is actually connected to me at all. Meanwhile, my zug, or kids, or actual job is like "hey", pay attention to me [and to the road], to your work. God forbid you don’t pay attention at work, because you need to afford the vacation, the pizza, the gas bill, the money to pay to not have the pop-up ads. It all adds up and even when you say – I will be frugal, that hamburger looks delicious, and 70-90shekels later you have gas.
You look at your ever growing belly …and click, ah hell no, I am not going to get back into MY head. That is a train wreck. But don’t we all stopn and stare at wrecks – yes of other people. The same people who cut us off on the roads, bully us, the same people who bring their god awful music to the beach while I am just trying to get some peace and quiet, but … there is no quiet.
There is no quiet, I again type unironically to the screen that all the so called experts say – also digitally, and of course on their YouTube channels, unironically they say with such conviction to turn off our phones. But if we did that we wouldn’t find their posts to tell us to turn off our screens. And they [who ever they are] make money based on clicks, views and time I just spent on mindfullness / wellness – which again, apparently comes if I shut off my screen, that is what so and so said on their youtube channel – hey Daniel, just watch, just click.
Then something actual really important happens – not specifically to you, or anyone super close. But it still is real. And god awful.
Some one – a baby, a shoah survivor, a thousand plus someones …. die.
And they [whomever] they are and many of us know their names, their faces float around our screens. Something real actually happens which apparently and no, I am not joking arounr, is also from God, that the whole shitshow is actually also God.
The horribleness of lukemia, cancer, Hitler, Stalin, multple scloris, the list is so long, that people, whomever they are – but they are out there and if you dare leave out their disaster they’ll angryly post online about it!, or worse, they’ll protest and say mean things. From thousands of miles away, or perhaps also right at your campus, because truthfully the true awfullness of the world, of humanity, is we – and I mean me as well, only care when it is us, ourselves, our immediate loved ones
If it some random red headed baby, 80+ shoah suvivor who for what exact reason did he / she need to be kidnapped AGAIN? Are you serious? What kind of God does that?
Babies? So obviously, someone out there will give you [make sure you click on the link] a line or some prayer or some talmud, or some buddah, or some karma that will ease your pain. But here’s the thing, it is not even you specifically in the tunnels, so, eventually as in really as soon as possible you [and all of us] need to go back to "normal" i.e. work. God forbid we stop working. If we all just stopped, we’d be right back to the true horror the thing we [and I mean me] cannot absolutely not face — and that is the non-silence in our own heads. So just click. Just turn the page.
Eat, go on your vacation – you deserve it. Don’t think about what you can’t control – you know there really is nothing [we tell ourselves this] there really is nothing you can do about the babies, the shoah survivor. That is for the army. Daniel, you can’t [who are these people who always seem to know what is best], Daniel, you can’t get too lost, wound up, bent on an axil. You need to focus. Go to work. Your kids need you. Orit needs you. We love you.
And so. .. we click on the link and what do we truly pray for??? Not quiet, that is for damn sure.