We surround ourselves with twenty four hour visuals: TV screens, iPods, tablets, laptops, projectors, moving billboards and wall-sized displays. A never-ending source of distractions. Avoidance. How happy can we get? So we can’t fail to be occupied? Boredom is the new 21st century sin.
Without reasoning we lose control through the media. We relinquish it, stripped of our ability to daydream, to contemplate and to think. The media gives us no respite or pause – no revelations, just repetition and a necessary burning of literature.
Is this our censorship? A gutting of libraries in the name of progress. Surrounded by images, are we heading to a place unable to speak over the hubbub and noise, in a twisted state of melancholia and happy pills?
Fahrenheit 451 is the temperature at which paper burns.