PELTZER

I try to control machines, I really do, but they won’t let me. I try to mediate people’s experience through their machines. I hate machines, they mediate my accessing of the world making me feel lazy, anxious, confused and euphoric. I use machines and I love myself for not loving machines. Is admiration a kind of loving? Am I ungrateful for not loving what I depend on to be myself? Am I using too much love on a senseless entity? Am I using love? How can someone use love? I’m wrong. One shouldn’t be so negative.