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Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Fever Dreams of the Postmodern Mind

I found this post from The Retroist (and accompanying video) to be very interesting not only for the subject matter but also for what it says about our TV-saturated culture. It's terrifying to me that whole groups of people can have the same half-submerged memory of trauma that never existed except as a television fantasy. Everyday we are inundated with millions of images of sex and violence and bizarre juxtapositions that tantalize and demonize and horrify, and then when we wake up the whole churning mess starts again, leaving us wondering if what happened the day before really happened at all or if we dreamed the nightmare up. The turning over of images and ideas in the cultural landscape is like a compost heap, old images break down and disappear and become part of the morass of memories and nightmares, even as new images are tossed on the pile and shuffled in.

I wonder how many things I remember that never happened. I wonder how many nightmares of Hollywood writers became my nightmares. And I wonder how many of them are now yours, like a copy of a copy of a copy of a picture of the chupacabra. I wonder what all this amounts to, or if, like the roar of a stadium full of cheering fanatics, the endless stream of garbage is good only for cheering the players on the field as they punt the ball over and over and over again.


Mister Booze said...

These things happen. I had a real problem with having crazy dreams. They were almost always terrible nightmares, and obvious to me that they weren't real when I awoke. But every once in a while I'd have a super realistic dream and I would be doing my daily routine and not know if I was remembering a dream or a memory.