The songs written and recorded.
The photographs.
In the last few years especially the world has engaged in countless (and I mean countless) website launchings, bloggings (like this one here) commenting and so on. Millions of pages are flying around in nowhereland aka the internet. Where do the pages and words go when the creater dies? Whoever made the ieathotdogsandwatchtv.com site eventually will die. But his page will live on.
It is a vacuum, a black hole, an endless pit, a bottomless cup, a forever galaxy flying in eternity of our words and thoughts.
How bout the pictures? Where once we took 12 shots, developed them, lost the negatives and maybe kept one or two that dangled in a photo book, we now take millions and have them all either in our 3 hard drives or online on our websites.
"Look at me!" "Listen to me"
This generation needs attention. A lot.
We have all the attention we need and yet each day we ask for more. Then even more the day after next. It's an out of control fire. A blaze.
Somebody get a hose!
