I just finished reading an essay by @ronthroop along these lines. I think. I'm not 100% sure what either of you are trying to say today! but then again, I am never 100% sure about anything. Which is what I get from this poem. Lemme rif along.
8 billion minds, having looked through many more windows, some obscured with vines, and others recently scrubbed perfectly clean inside and out, will create as many versions of so-called truth. The endless leech sucks at your inner source and renders you a mere version of yourself, shaped by versions those other 8 billion see of you. Something like that. whew!
Nice rif!
Honestly, the only truth I’ve ever known to be 100% accurate is “Ouch, my stomach cramps!” :)
What if I point you in another direction and consider it from the point of view of digital surveillance and data collection?
Nice! Yes! Thanks for the redirection! I love that last image, that digital surveillance is an endless leech, sucking us dry, mining our minds.