Look, he doesn't know. He doesn't know anything. He's innocent. Consider now the vapidness of contemporary consumer culture, the tawdry squalor of the online web experience, consider the oppressed modern psyche.
The modern mind is prickly and irritable, impatient from all the sleeplessness and urgency. It is a nagged psyche. A billion hypnotic billboards scrape at the eyes - selling some shifting impossible dream. You are on a beach in exquisite sandals. Drinking a martini in Monaco. There you are, a heightened, calmer, more spiritual self, an ascension not borne from knowledge but from an ownership of a particular branded table-cloth ... all this delusion has fallen away. Now you're in a safe place - a dark place, absolutely, but a safe place.
And there are ecards with dead birds here.
