I have a problem. It is a problem of articulation. I struggle to put into words the images I have in my head. I think visually. I am of the generation, the class, who grew up on television. Our world is one of scenes, monologues, seeing without being seen. The illusion of unmediated communication, as though the view we were being shown through the cathode ray tube were more than points of light but were real.
I am the generation of the fast cut. The MTV generation. One moment ends while it is still being experienced. The moment passes while it is still sensation. It is never reflected upon, never considered, because the next image is always waiting to be processed. It is hearing without listening, seeing without watching, and knowing without knowing.
People call my generation the first of the internet generation. That is false. We are the peak of the TV generation. The Internet, at least as it exists today, represents the return of the hegemony of text. The written word has reclaimed, perhaps temporarily, the place which was stripped of it by the sight, the sound, and the angle. I am not of the internet generation. I still live within the TV.
At least pose a question...