Urban Insomnia/Electronic Dreams
Between the click of the light, and the start of the dream.
(Arcade Fire, No Cars Go)
David Cronenberg’s Videodrome (1983)
and as we traverse the infinite fields of electrons, we come to the numbing paradise of the net. my ghost is losing bits of itself in this ritual that goes on for circuits of life.
at high speed, everything seems to be in technicolor. the screen is the retina of the mind’s eye. but as we dream of mount wroclai, we ended up in innisfree. yet, both are but sound and fury, as comforting as the white noise that sleeps with me.
will you kiss me and hold me tight? will you promise to obey my remote control at all times?
