A Birthday Dreamscape | Epilogue: The Comfort of My Cake
July 10, 2015 § 2 Comments
Epilogue – The comfort of my cake
July. I have not found answers.
Recollecting on the birthday, now three months later, all the things I am sure about are analogue – my cake tasted both nutty and moist in my mouth; this new pen holds with a nice weight in my hand and writes smoothly; each of the chocolate truffles had exotic flavors, but just the right amount of bitter darkness; the weather is now warm enough to wear these funky shorts, the soft cotton fabric gentling brushing my legs…
More than these primal sensations, I take comfort in the fact that behind these are people who care about me. However fleeting the moment, whichever medium better preserves the memory, I know I am loved. Perhaps that is enough.
On the other hand, there is no getting away from data any more. I can stop thinking about whether the digital gene pool of the superhumans will have any snippet of code traceable to me. I can stay away from artists who provoke questions without providing answers. I can refrain from contemplating how soon artificial intelligence will be followed by artificial sensations and augmented reality by augmented love, and musing whether those would be a blessing or a curse. But whether I quantify myself or not, the world of data analytics is already tracking me in my daily life. Unlike artists fixated on self-examination, the invisible trackers in the cloud are analyzing me as a consumer – whether to push house mortgage on me, whether I am likely to fall for anti-aging products, or whether I am showing signs of schizophrenia. Patterns are being found about me, and they will be monetised in some way for someone. Wouldn’t it be better that I am aware of them myself?
Resist, or embrace?
By my next birthday, I will be at better peace, not the least of which knowing whether and what to do about my digital existence. I still have 9 months to figure that out, which I probably should track.