“So what do you think?”
“I think it’s funny”
“It’s too depressing to be funny, it’s like it’s shoved out there, in your face, so to speak” laughs slightly
“Exactly, now you see it. It’s funny because it’s like ‘Here… I don’t want this joke - take it’ you know? I don’t want it, and I think it’s fucking hilarious”
“Yeah but is that art? laughing at the things you probably shouldn’t be laughing at?”
“Hey, if it moves you emotionally, isn’t that the point?”
“Well, in that regard I could say… watch the homeless or something, and give a good chuckle at them as I stand, in curiosity and some sort of enjoyment, hey it’s even physical, on some level”
“Hey, it’s your life, there are plenty of philosophies out there you can suscribe to in order to do pretty much whatever the fuck you want, you just need to accept the consequences. If you go stare at funny looking hobos, you better be able to fend them off with more than your inquisitive gaze”
“Ok… well then what about this, I mean this couldn’t even be around in real life really. I mean people should not be looking at things like that in real life for any reason I can think of, I mean… provided the circumstances could transpire to even enable it in the first place! I mean… isn’t art like this at some level just some warped hedonistic type of social orgy?”
“Well… I suppose. You should quit looking over your shoulders so much when you walk”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“We’re in the middle of a paradigm shift. All knowledge is now coming to the forefront, the internet is alive my friend, it eats, sleeps, and breaths along with us. We’re slowly severing the ties between our own personalities and strengthening the bonds on our collective consciousness. As a group we won’t be able to recognize the absurd that exists all around us, in our relations, our dreamd and our love-”
“Ok… hold on, what do you mean by love? I can accept the others for the sake of this… but explain the romance to technology”
“Well… I mean think about it, yeah sure love is elusive and beyond words, but the deepest love is found at the crux of absurdity. Think about it, romeo and juliet, spider-man and mary jane. The more alike we become, the more our love diminishes. People go on and on about happiness diminishing but happiness is a bit more tangible, besides there are drugs for happiness. No, love is so clever… so elusive that we cannot even detect it’s slow descent like Leo’s after they realized there wasn’t enough room on that small peice of wooden debris”
“Isn’t that a sort of depressing outlook?”
“Hey, what kind of outlook isn’t? At least it gives us a bit of directionality, I mean perhaps the closer we come to this omnipotence we now seem strangly relational to, and the more we loose attraction and soppy love poem love, the more we will feel an overall love for existence and the universe, thus affirming our deepest wishes to become the power of God”
“Oh well… that’s not so bad after all. I didn’t think you were that optomistic.”
“I’m not.”
“Oh?”
“Why should we want to become God? It’s boring at the top, you don’t even have a tangible reality, you have nothing. God already blew himself up to answer his one and only question, which is “What would happen if he ceased to exist right?””
“Yeah…I heard that theory somewhere already I think”
“The Dilbert guy”
"He said that? Hmm… "
“Yeah, and if we buy into that, like he already clearly has, then we see that we’re living in the hay day. We’ve got technology, it’s not out of control yet, we still have our humanity, our creative essence that got us this far, the inexhaustable bin of thought and mystery. I mean, fuck, we’ve listening to God up until right now… and now we’re on the path of striving to become God, why not have a little heaven time with our existence based talents? Play in the amusement park before we own it, so to speak.”
“Yeah yeah yeah. and that leads us back to the piece”
“Exactly”
“Alright, that is interesting, fuck. I gotta give this one to you”
“Yeah that’s right you do, now go home and study for the exam you arrogant little emo newb”
“Save it for my A you pompus Europrof wannabe”
“Oh the Europrof thing again… well at least you’re predicable”