Why would you turn on a broken TV?

I existed in a place far away from my body. It had been sluiced through by rays of light hitting the blinds on my window and exploding all over me. It lay, for a brief time, in seventeen unmoving pieces smouldering in the shadows. My spirit, ever so briefly, soared far far above your heads, far above consciousness and above a viewable dimension darting from unreality to unreality until there was nowhere else to go but home.
Now I stare at my broken TV looking for messages in the scrambled nothingnesses. Electrons sputtering out in all directions like bullets from the gun of a dying soldier. Directionless, pointless, the final acts of desperation resulting in the pure randomness of misfiring electrons. The screen swells and flows, ebbs back and squeezes out, the speaker splutters and gasps its final grainy breaths. I watch intent, with no idea what to look for, with shapes forming for a second and disappearing forever. Eyes sore, testament to the omnipotence of the media. My eyes. my eyes. my eyes telling me Im still alive.



This TV is dead. But I stare slackjawed, watching it splutter, cough and smoulder its way to the end of its short life, trying to tap into any TV station, clawing at any chance of life, any chance of reconnecting with the vast consciousness that it has forever lost. Like a hit and run victim, coughing up blood, spastically swinging back and forth on the bed, permanently braindamaged, fervently trying to reconnect with life, that elusive force that it has lost forever. The savage, base reality of the violent demise of the TV reflects the reality of mortality for anything, or anyone. It knows, somewhere deep down that there can be no rebirth, there can be no new life, its useful existence on this plane is over forever. I think its intriguing because it reflects the most basic truths in all of our lives. We are only borrowing these emotions. We feed from them for a brief time and then we die. The emotions themselves live forever. We have tapped into them through this human vessel, but when that ends, the emotions do not. Just because we feel them does not mean we can ever own them.