Don't underestimate the continued and ever-present power of print, some here are too eager to abandon the tangible world and jump into the non-stop-disco-cyber(snooze)-rave.
Don't forget, We all still run to the letterbox like eager, giddy schoolchildren, after sitting there for a few months (counting April...May...June...should be soon), in anticipation of unwrapping the latest issue of Rock mag, and devouring the pearls of goodness from the hamper within. It seems all too easy to discard the well worn physical world for the Mc-media-quick-compiler (would you like fries with that) that Hex would see us all inhabiting.
How can you replace the dog-eared, mangled pile of Rock mags, freshly recovered from the dunny basket, with a pile of CD-roms and floppies(in the case of Hex)
By comparison, The image of Hex, in his schooldress, pigtails and knee-high socks skipping into the study to see if there have been any replies to his posts while 'daddy' is outside is a disturbing one, yet perhaps surprisingly close to the truth |