faugh, almost November, a few minutes, darkness, and withering of ideals, Eyes Wide Shut becomes more than a morality play. cryptic SMS messages play here, across the bitten baud-space, and frequented arrivals and departures become sets for drama, andrenaline-pumping, blood-chemistry jacking drama. to keep things shaky and unfocused.
The idea of writing itself was being corrupted; Microsoft was searching for “content providers” but they could not find any content, because the guys who were searching for it didn’t know what it was. Cyberspace had made the world so limitless that it started to seem like a series of empty hallways, empty rooms. Wherever you clicked, asking for entrance, you could never quite get past secret words, the mishmash of jargon, the bright-eyed men with their private language. — Emily White