How did we get here anyway? More importantly, how did you get here? There’s no rhyme, no reason to it. On your screen is a scrolling set of unfamiliar images. Suddenly, and without warning, you were staring at a webpage that you can’t quite recall. It’s as if you woke up and there it was, looking back at you. Which is a serious risk, since you never bothered to cover the camera on the top of your computer. They could be watching you, whoever they are.
The morning started normally enough. You grabbed a bucket of coffee from your bathtub and a moist hand towelette (not to be used together, caffeine is not a natural exfoliant as far as I can tell) and immediately found your nearest laptop. On it, you search for anything that piques your interest – miracle cures, fun-loving tales of woe, and embarrassing stories concerning celebrities you’ve never heard of. While it may seem random, what you do, and how you do it is extremely calculated.
You start on premier news sites (the Yahoos, the Yoohoos, wherever there is brightest font written by the dimmest bulbs) and start the scrolling process. There are browser accidents. It’s called the navigation bar for a reason. But that still doesn’t explain where you are. Reading the transcript for some obscure C-Span call-in show in the mid 90s. I know what you’re thinking, aren’t they all obscure? To a point, perhaps, though this one is worse.
You’re looking for logic where there is none. This page must have a common ancestor with your homepage. But you can’t account for the strange little spongey thing situated between your ears. You’re not in control, you’re only the vehicle. The brain is not you any more than air traffic control is a 747 taxiing before takeoff.
And if you clear your history what chance do you have to find the missing link?
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