Get out of the Box!

“Get out of the box” cried the man who wasn’t there. “Don’t you see what they’re doing to us? What they’ve been doing to us for eons?” I looked around and began seeing the boxes within boxes. I mouthed the words, to keep them fresh in my memory: “Get out of the box.”

We were being shipped once again to the station. The one the they had gone through, but now they’ve moved the whole damn thing here to the United States. It’s here. All around us. Boxes within boxes until your brain-cells are all gone and they can turn you into a zombie. “You want people to watch you?” said my guide, “You’re always being watched, on some level or another. If you want to make it on their screen, act. Act like anyone you know. Get out of the box.”

I am dangerously skirting the edge myself, writing this comminicae within boxes of boxes. The box of the Microsoft word page, the box of the computer, the box of my basement, the box of my house… and on into infinium. But how many boxes can I escape before being sucked into another series of boxes? You can never go home, they say… because home is constantly changing. And remember, there’s always someone cleverer than yourself.

What is it that we are trying to build here? Stone pyramids? Coffins for the pharaohs? Get out… Go Woodward!