Jeremy Slater wrote:

i am a lurker in the dark catacombs of this space watching,
internalizing, considering, being mindful. i do not have a copyright
symbol on me and refuse to be branded. i've enjoyed being a voyeur until
now and i have interfaced with clicks and scrolls and have spoken my
mind in spaces i have not belonged and promptly left. i now choose to
speak softly e e and consider this the beginning of a novel with no
particular author, no one to take credit and printed on a long scroll in
implied and real space. we are looking through the picture plane and are
able to scroll and jump from screen to screen from link to link…the
constant searching of the search engines.. but why? is there reason for
this ever growing current of activity and thought we claim to be
"cyberspace"? Have thoughts of this kind troubled you? the whys and
the howsits of where the internet came from or even more troublesome,
the where is it going? how can we, simple individuals, have say or play
in this expanding dimensional game.. are we really involved or merely
players bordering on pawns in a much larger ordeal? Maybe knowing is
soon to be outlawed.. keeping the mind in the dark.. staying dumb to the
gears turning around us is the nearest glimpse of survival. there are
these thoughts.. i call them "the paranoids".. they sometimes come and
fill my mind in seconds and grow in velocity until i am shivering with
fear…trying to calm my racing blood rate…and i have to disconnect
quickly..hands jump the keyboard and dance.. until screen leaves solid
message NO CARRIER, and i sigh, slumped in a chair, blinking and half
yawning. At times I have felt as though I have crossed dimensions of
time. Maybe this is one of those moments.Have I made a Borgian
connection with my computer? Can this really be happening? God, I have
been watching far to many episodes of Star Trek. these things only
happen in B grade movies and comic books. What was that noise? Why did I
hear that high pitched sound in my right ear? I did not hear that in
both ears…Heaven help me. I have got to wonder what all this trance,
electronica, and industrial is doing to my brain because i am in the
subway i hear music and when i am alone in silence i hear music and this
high pitched sound is a spiraling somewhere and haunting me. i tend to
be rational and i am not hearing voices, so i think there is some
logical explanation for this. i took two aspirin to relieve the feeling
that someone was drilling directly into my head.

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jm229 continued the thread:

As I lie in bed in the moments before sleep, an electric shock goes
through my whole being, as if i were a radio station that temporarily
fuzzed out, and then was back again. My dreams are invaded by the music
from the club earlier this evening. There is something about the
experience, that always seems to leave a experiential residue somewhere
in my consciousness. i can't figure out if it is the subtleties of the
music, or the phenomenon of taking in many different things at once, but
it seems like it takes my brain a while to process everything. Perhaps
it is because much of the experience happens on a subconscious level
that my brain has to work it out in my dreams. i feel like the
interactions in my dreams are just as real as those that i have in
cyberspace, because they are just as connected or disconnected from
"reality," and "reality" becomes merely one of the many psychic worlds
that I walk in. Dream reality, work reality, home reality, club reality,
cybereality, all just parts of my life, no one being the "real" one,
each one having their place, but also, they all are constantly
overlapping. As i enter my dreams, elements of the evening are
revisited, and are recontextualized into pieces of the new narrative of
my dream.

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