I have seen the digital
artifacts at the corners
of all the faces in
my dreams
I have seen the whole
of our experience
ride, teeth set,
into the uncanny
valley
Awake in the night,
I have peered at
my own blurred
reflection,
afraid to put on
my glasses,
For fear that, in
my own face, I would
recognize the haze
and pixellation of
a computer-generated
image,
For fear that, sometime
in the night, when
the servers are backed
up and virtual
computers are reallocated
to new machines,
I have become something
else, something
synthetic beneath the
flicker of my fluorescent
lights and cold cathodes.
That I am no longer
anything more than
a facsimile of what I
was.
Patrick M. Tracy
7/3/12
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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