... thinking about the "collage effect" of media, the bombardment of images and their "immersive" quality, putting us into the crucible of the moment, grabbing us with the choicest morsels - those stories that blot out or at least overshadow those other minor goings-on of the day, kidnapping our attention with an urgent, burning, breathless, aesthetic of now... Look at the headlines...a massive mushroom-cloud-like explosion in Beirut, Lebanon - followed by protests and rioting, most of the city in ruins, the entire government resigning...a fraudulent stolen election in Belarus, another corrupt autocrat still in power....more protests by night...a clamp-down in Hong Kong, an "Apple daily newspaper owner" arrested and later released on bail... another police shooting in the States... stores in Chicago looted overnight.... Portland demonstrations...clashes with police...slap-dash executive orders, a relief bill still on hold....school re-openings gone awry down south, Georgia teens with COVID...shark sightings in Maine, one woman killed...Russia claims a first "vaccine" for the virus...and New Zealand, only a single case in the past 102 days... the world in a nutshell existing as the collage....the quick-stream, 24/7 newsfeed, the daily mishmash of everything all at once... The sense of finitude, closure, the packaging and selling of news...And what of other people, places, phenomena? Happening out there? And is there nothing else? Nothing beyond this jarring, jolting canvas??? Much to be sure by way of entertainment, by way of oddities, sports updates, business cycles...but mostly on any given day the breaking news exclusives, the collage of headlines, backed by the official news-reading voice, backed by talking-heads, and by the multiple, unrelenting viral videos that erupt and appear out of nowhere, seemingly random images that feed, frame, edit, encapsulate our diurnal time allotment for us all to SEE and yet...still random...
I have spent much of my early life in the suburbs and after a brief stint in the big city - with its noise, crowding and cramped spaces, I find myself immersed again in this familiar realm - an environment that seems part of my destiny. I've always thoughts of the suburbs as a place meant for children - where children can feel safe and protected - with non-busy streets and clean sidewalks - room to ride one's bike or go door-to-door selling cookies. To consider how many of our early impressions and sensations were spawned by this largely artificial world...How different such a milieu is from other places on earth, war zones, rain forests, Siberian outposts, tiny mountaintop villages or large sprawling mazes of high rise apartments in vertically-inclined mega metropolises...The suburbs are a place where a definite order and routine can be imposed...where regularity is king... lawns get mowed on time, shrubs are trimmed, garbage bins are placed at the curb and returned to thei...
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