The Prophet of the Airwaves

It's midnight, later, 2 a.m. I look at the digital red clock numbers. It tells me its' 4 a.m. If I go to bed now I can still catch a few hours of sleep, can't sleep, the television told me I might be one of the millions that can't sleep due to restless leg syndrome. Finally American's get the itch to start walking around and they diagnose it as a medical problem--they want to numb the itch. My friend Marshall once told me that we are like Narcissus, entranced, fascinated, and immobilized by the technologies that extend and amputate our senses. The TV fluxes and refluxes my silouhette against the dark cave of my solitary dispensation. Reruns of Lost, Are you smarter than a 5th grader?, Glamor Girls and the View. If I were smart enough to recognize what was happening to me by the "mosaic mesh of light and dark spots"...I realize what Marshall [McLuhan] said [in Understanding the Media] might be true. That "Fragmented, literate, and visual individualism is not possible in an electrically patterened and imploded society" and I can either confront this on a conscious level or repress it unil "some violence releases me from the entire burden."