On Redundancy, or how I learned to love the Web
I don't understand how art and the internet are two different things.
When you enter the interweb, you are dispersed.
You are a packet of Crystal Light dropped into a large pitcher of water.
You are yellow, yellow-green.
Like refuse, we become an amalgam based on necessity.
Products of our environment.
Looking at art on the internet is like listening to a baseball game
while running through a forest.
Am I wrong?