Tide of Nothingness

Another wave of useless information assaulted his senses. The world was awash in the flotsam and jetsam of trivial tidbits – yet so many followed and regurgitated this noise that any useful facts were drowned out. A dog chasing it's own tail looked more intelligent than this. He focused and the static went back down to a dull roar in the background.

Would humanity ever progress beyond this twitching stagnation? He couldn't picture anything shifting general consciousness out of this quagmire. The tune might change, but the notes weren't going to sound any better.

More than anything, he wanted to shift gears. To operate on some other level of thinking. One that didn't sustain itself by volleying the same niceties and moral outrage indefinitely like a global game of pong. The problem was that there was nothing to feed this new habit. No surface to reflect any worthwhile ideas on. No fuel to invigorate any pursuit or any benchmark of a goal to reach.

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