Some believe a photograph takes away a part of your soul. Oh my, what have we done? What are we but a tenuous and fragile amalgam of our memories, dreams and reflections? And yet we give our souls away willingly, blindly, naively, freely and non-exclusively to the faceless financial military conspiracy. And for what? The bleeding edge of beta 2.0 cool and our favourite username. Will it be your "Le Baiser de l’Hotel de Ville" [1] photo given away to Facebook, your "Without You" [2] lost to MySpace, your ad idea [3] given away to YouTube?
The revolution will not be televised. Nor will it be Flickrd, Twittered, YouTubed, MySpaced, Facebooked, Qiked or 12 seconded. We see the west in decline, accelerated by the frivolous anarchy of global capital. Such short memories we have, our Web Year Zero just a few short years ago. The next Year Zero will not be so gentle. Come the neo-con revolution, the state police inquisito-mullahs will know exactly what you look like, and which coffee bar you're currently wifi geo-located in with your brushed aluminium MacBook. Not only this, but they know whether you like tea or coffee for breakfast, love or hate marmite, how late your useless train service gets you to work, which exotically located conferences you've bragged about being at, how many goals your football team needs to score to win the league, and precisely when you got your iPhone.
Indulge your paranoia. It's already too late.
Refs.
1. http://www.worldsfamousphotos.com/tag/kiss
2. http://www.amazon.com/Without-You-Tragic-Badfinger-minute/dp/0965712222
3. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anticipation_(Guinness)#Lawsuit
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