Rise and Shine, Fren.
The right man in the wrong place can make all the diff-er-rence, in the world. So wake up, Mr.Freeman. Wake up, and smell the ashes.
My name is Shruthisagar (pronounced shrew-thee-sah-grr). My friends usually call me Shruthi. Do not ask me why I'm called this. All I can say is that my parents had a pretty colorful sense of nomenclature.
I'm that guy who constantly keeps telling his friends about how dangerous the smartphone is, how computers have done more harm than good to our cognition and how we all ought to be spending more time away from the screen.
Some might call me a Luddite, but I'd say that I'm just an unwilling participant in the relentlessly commoditized and 'productized' world that we live in.
This blog is almost entirely a meditation on Guy Debord's The Society of the spectacle.
Why am I writing this? I don't understand the text, nor do I have the patience to deliberate upon it myself in solitude. Think of this as a corner of the internet that is reflexive, in the sense that it examines itself for what it is.
Speak to me, I yearn for your words.