Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
There’s nothing new under heaven, so they say – or words to that effect.
But there’s no question in my mind that back in the old days – and in this instance I’d go so far as to say the good old days – no resident of Sydney would have woken this morning to be greeted by a two-storey mural of Kim Kardashian in the altogether peering through her bedroom window from across the lane.
Because back in the old days, before the advent of the Wonderful Worldwide Web and Instant Everything, we who inhabit terra incognita would have had the only the vaguest idea of who KK was, and no idea at all of what she looked like naked.
There are upsides, of course, to knowing instantly what’s happening around the world – although none spring to mind when I consider that the web is a two-way street and being incognita had distinct advantages. But the downside is enormous: an infinite cauldron of possibility from which to dish the dirt.
Not that I’m suggesting KK naked is in anyway dirty – I’m sure she showered and slathered herself with perfumed unguents before she posted the selfie from which the mural was copied. But it’s all so…nothing. So much of what rolls across our screens is nothing. Not an ounce of brain food in it. And yet some vacuous idiot found it so riveting he was moved to recreate it goodness knows how many times larger, so that some poor woman 10,000 miles away from Kimmy is doomed to have those multi-squillion-dollar eyes watching her every move in the erstwhile privacy of her bedroom.
All of which brings me to the sad conclusion that our brains are shrivelling from lack of sustenance, and over time, our skulls will be so full of fluff, dust and candy floss that the messages necessary to move us from the computer to somewhere else will fail to get through. Which I suppose would stop graffiti artists slapping two-storey Kims about the place.