Get in touch
I miss the touch of people. I only have the touch of a glass screen. They see me through letters dancing on a screen. The letters form questions answers, words that I should read, communication that have to reach me, and others. I am writing this on a screen. My fingers are typing.
My social interactions are in the form of bubble messages. They make a kind of pop as they arrive to my being. They flash (1), (2) and (3).
They excite me. I find myself wanting to consume more, more, more and more again. I need consume.
I haven't looked up for ages.
I remember when I spent the whole day in a virtual land, the Sims I think it was. I started playing. Before I knew it it was dark.
Before I picked up Paul Paper's Smoke Screen I had to leave the house. I ventured to the most scenic place I could find (pictured). I had to get out.
Every post shared I could feel myself going into hyperdrive. I had to get out the house.
I researched the photographers I should be writing about. Went onto several online blogging platforms. Opened up five tabs, closed three of them. The digital world consumed me.
About a year ago I needed glasses, at a similar age my Dad needed glasses and still wears the to date. It's how I recognise his face.
I wake up to an I phone 4s. I move to my laptop, then another when I reach work. I get up to have tea, but then resume my position on the Internet, uploading things to a website, to then be consumed by many people and purchased through persuasion or their own doing.
I love screens. I love the Internet.
I love spending time in solidarity.
I love playing video games.
YouTube is my favourite past time.
Even when I'm with my friends we congregate around a screen. We play games. We listen to digital files. We dance to music.
We sometimes look at each other.
Sometimes we sit there in silence and see what Instagram is up to. Not much.
I then leave the house, get out an older I phone and listen to numbers and figures,
making songs. I sit there at home, looking at a screen. I'm bored. I grab my phone.
I spend most of my life interacting with screens. It's how I make my living, it's how I speak to people, it is how my family get in contact.
It's how my friends keep in touch.
It's how I see a long lost friend.
It's how I do anything.
Paul Paper's publication brings us to this realisation that we were aware of but do nothing about. It highlights the adventure we've been on into logical, numbered lists. A session that timed out.
The phone goes away.
It highlights the use of the screen in the arts. It highlights the integral portal of information uncovering the latest and greatest inventions, news and people that can impact our lives. It's how we get from A to B. It's how we get on planes.
I don't think I've been in a travel agents for years now.
I don't go shopping anymore. I get it delivered to an address. I consume the information around me, through a screen.
The important question to ask now is, is this positive? Is this what Paul is asking? The process of screens have revolutionised everything in our lives. With a phone by our side we can see anything. Read anything. Write anything and draw inspiration for anything. Our lives are digital now.
I wonder if our parents would have envisioned this.
Digital screens are an integral part of our lives. Smoke screen highlights this. It demonstrates that we need it to get by in the world that we have created. The digital realm has us now, and we need it as much as it needs us.
We have made friends with technology. We have fallen for technology and we need to see it every day of the week, and every hour of the day, besides sleeping.
A series of pictures makes up the last gasp of the publication. Hands mirror one another as the screen mirrors what's around us. It looks back at us. We look back at it. Every so often we capture a glimpse of reality as we see stoic eyes locked into the information before us.
It's hard to imagine life without these features. And depiction and reality will continue to blend. Our time will be shared with the loving relationship we have obsessed about for many years. We are always going to be together.
Just like a scene from a romantic film. Our dreams will falter but realise through pixels looking back at us. They are constantly shifting, constantly evolving and constantly in need of our attention. This won’t change, unless anything dramatic happens in the near future.