"How do we know we are not just characters in a computer-generated soap-opera?"
A lone mushroom finds itself landing on a mossy land over the night. Is this a fiction of multitasking, or system crash?
Someone is operating a gigantic computer.
We are inside a machine that is too huge to be visualized, but its heat is felt and is getting hotter and hotter nowadays. This phenomenon is what we call global warming.
Some mushrooms have popped up, and disappear very soon in days to come. I hike, I meet them, and I lose them; these are only parts of the written program. And Cerok Tokun is one of the browser screen.
Some other mushrooms climb up a bamboo culm in a dream, and that very often lead to the establishment of so called neurocognitive models of dream, oneirology, or complicated empirical researches. Thoughtfully, many behavior-related articles would be presented, but a dream is indeed the consequence of a viral outbreak, during which a virus infiltrates, and reprograms the host.
The machine is running.
And I am programmed in such a way that my eyes and brain are always weird, though everything appears to be very ordinary. Please bear with me as my photos and thoughts are dictating. My body, and my hand have to just follow.
You may like other posts of this series:
1. Mushrooms from Cyberspace
2. The Game continues
3. New Lunar Year is Downloaded
4. Birds in My Backyard, the last episode