Bandwidth Exceeded
We are day-walking through the collapse of tolerable visual aberrations. We’re feeling the effects of those who have shredded bits of themselves for calculated vectors from the machine. Morsels of their humanity traded for the optimization of the relationship to time and creativity. “It’s a tool,” they echo while exhibiting effects the leucotome once produced.
Before, office sages and shift managers were consistent in the timely delivery of their messages, relying on the tools present on their machines. Their library suites provided more than enough visual resources to soften their facsimilized message, and they knew that to explore beyond the archive was excess. They held that there was no time for Times, as serifs reinforced the institutional nature of the memorandum. They adopted fonts that cracked through the corporate veneer, a nod from the human creator that this is not that deep. If the sage felt the message was short and a waste of a full sheet of paper, they could reach into their archives and pluck out the perfect caricature for the message.
We may have mocked them at the time for the lack of perceived effort, but little did we know, the messages were transmitted clearly. What has been removed can never return, but perhaps something can grow in its place.
