Written on May 21, 2020
Abundant access to information and facilitated self-broadcasting have permitted people, who were once considered clueless, to become sages in their society. Many are being activists on social media to tickle their moral fantasies, while on the other hand (in real life), they exist as a polarized version of their cyberself when they are among another group of people. Their computer screen has turned into one of those one-way mirrors; you know, like the ones we find in every interrogation scene in cop movies. The problem is, most individuals are never brave enough to be on the detective side. They cower away from the prosecuted person's eyesight to keep their frail character from being shaken. They act as cheerleaders to the intense investigation taking place, with the hope that the law agents successfully extract the confessions out of the evil-doer’s mouth. Those online bystanders, cyber groupies, keyboard warriors, punk bitc…are masters at enjoying the show without comprehending its whole backstory. The internet exposes how numerous those people are and how much they love to spectate the scenery of morality and yet, turn a blind to its embodiment. The claim I just made is the very reason why I remain a sucker for Mano A Mano dialogue when important issues are being discussed. The generic face-to-face setting allows me to have a sense of someone’s aura of truth once I ask them the magical question: Are you willing to die for this shit? Maybe it is not wise to ask such an extreme question. Nevertheless, truth itself is the extreme opposite of falsity, therefore, I fail to see any other way to go about it when I am confronted to its violators.
''The internet exposes how numerous those people are and how much they love to spectate the scenery of morality and yet, turn a blind to its embodiment.''
- 7 in the AM