Tangled Up in Blue Movies, and Cetera
Our grueling cascade of online spasms
Is like the spider’s prey’s struggle in the web
Designed to exhaust us
As the spider patiently looks on
Motionless
Biding its time
Until, fully drained, we lay inert in the web
As the spider finally approaches to empty us of our remaining life force
Leaving behind the husks of our bodies
That in our scenario still function perfectly for us
The walking dead
Who walk on while the spider feeds on
Our minds
Who or what is the spider?
It’s the version of ourselves
That we built without a soul
And it has many names
(See, variously, Materialism, the Enlightenment, Secularism, Postmodernism, etc.)
The latest of which is AI
