the velocity of ubiquitousness

the president's press conference is given at the white house with 40 people in attendance and watched live on 4 networks by 1.2 million people and posted on 15 websites and watched by 3 million and reposted on 200 websites and an auto-tuned version is made and posted and reposted and a remix of the auto-tuned version and a bad lip reading of the original and the colors of the  emperor's clothes are 10100101111010100101010101010010101110110010100111000110010101001010101010010.

things used to take time

have any of you
still not heard of
the madman who
with a flashlight
strapped to his head
ran through the streets
of the bright city calling
out, "I seek the print!
I seek the press!"- as many
of those gathered
looked up
from their phones and
thinking it some sort
of performance, he provoked
much laughter.  get
this guy a newspaper- he's
gotta shit, one quipped. the
madman opened his bag
and everyone stepped back.
he took out his book and
threw it on the sidewalk, spat
on it, pissed on
it, cried on it and
(finally)
seeing it no longer
pronounced "the print
is dead and all of you
have killed her!" shortly after,
a police officer
was summoned and a car
was brought round.
CITIZEN, the mad-
man screamed.

when aaron swartz hung himself

the government won their case.

when aaron swartz hung himself

the internet lost its harbor.

when aaron swartz hung himself

a quiet

a quiet

because there was no place left to speak.

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but what ive watched is

less than simulation

less than nothing

less than

less

video is my identity.

i am what i have watched

because i haven't experienced.