Imprisoned in time, a lack of stimulation urges on the most painful of boredom. But ennui is designed to wear off, as the next snack of dopamine puts our eyeballs into a trance.
The quest for enlightenment runs through that rectangular glow, injecting dreams of reality that light up the brain like a Christmas tree. The virtual world is the present. In perpetual awe, everyone learns anew through the retina.
The time is ripe for a walk in the forest, to remind us how small we are again. ‘I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing,’ wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson on his adventures in nature. Little do we know if he too was trapped in thoughts of irreality.