14 March, 2010

OK, stop. Fucking. Everything. Right now.

This is... This... Gotta tell you... I don't know what the fuck this is but I am absolutely transfixed by this. And there is no reason for it. YouTube user MRirian has a set of videos where she greets you in Japanese, stares at you or otherwise sits silently and just looks around the room for thirty seconds, then, using a Japanese accent, says "bye bye"and clicking off the camera. Sometimes, she doesn't say anything at all. Sometimes she does stuff. But for the most part, she opts for just drilling directly into the core of your fucking soul with her horrifyingly huge eyes and smiling at you and occasionally flashing her pearly white snaggleteeth (which have me convinced she is not eighteen).
And ninety five percent of the ones I watched are all. Exactly. Like that. Is this the new entertainment? The new communication? Has our collective sensibility as lonely creatures become so evolved that the homing beacon we put out for public display is as basic as a video greeting to a nameless, faceless world? A sort of meta-consciousness that discards the need to make a blog, a vlog, or any signal that screams "I am here" in a flurry of sundry details and breaks things down to the needing yet un-needing simple task of saying simply "hello"? Is that what it is? That simply establishing one's existence requires not asininery or bleeding or soul-baring, that it requires no humor or catharsis, it simple requires saying, "hello".
Future generations will doubtlessly find the two girls with their cup and the brain-bleed inducing "Fred" videos, the exhibitionists will always have their place at the celebrity table, but someone out there, somewhere, perhaps a hundred years from now, perhaps light-years away in some distant galaxy burdened by an unrelenting influx of attention whoring coming through their receiver station with the mondo satellite, will find this tiny speck of light in the black, cold universe, this precious moment of humanity that was disarming, that spelled out limitless amounts of vulnerability and whimsy, that encapsulated the human condition - nay! the living condition - by simply saying, "hello".
The homing beacon is activated. It flashes, blinking through the blind, dead night that is the nature of transmission, the one-way communication. And it doesn't demand anything, it simply allows. It doesn't say "pay attention to me" any more than it says "I am here for you". She is giving herself to us. This is love at the most telepathic of levels.
And I am not fucking kidding you; after watching about ten of these things, this was the most exciting one I could find.

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