Sheerincompetence

The Fight

2006-03-16T02:43:00.000Z

"The heat of our anger is reflected back on us and sends us into a frenzy to escape from our torture, which in turn causes us to fight even harder and get even angrier. The whole thing builds on itself until we don't even know if we're fighting with someone else or ourselves. We are so busy fighting that we can't find an alternative to fighting; the possibility of alternative never even occurs to us."

Special Interest

2006-03-16T02:32:00.000Z

The TV listings, promising a filthy menu of non-stop excess, caused his pupils to jump around the page eagerly - which was in stark, but ironic, contrast to the jumping dots of static that Nort's TV had decided to serve up.

Coffee

2006-03-16T02:29:00.000Z

Latte, mocha, cappuccino, espresso, cafe au lait, americano, ristretto, lattecino ...

It was all the same to Nort. He was hooked.

"All is nothing"

2006-03-16T02:26:00.000Z

A cowardly, nihilistic philosophy that Nort hacked together from a mixture of Buddhism and Brecht.

Hoffnung ist nur ein Mangel an Information

The Heart

2006-03-16T02:22:00.000Z

Fight?

or

Flight?

Life

2006-03-16T02:16:00.000Z

Like fussy electronic bacteria - the origin of all life - the dots mingled, clashed and repelled each other.

Then, once Nort hit channel 247, something truly disturbing happened to the disturbance:

A shape started to form.

Disturbing

2006-03-16T02:09:00.000Z

Somewhere... in some glorious parallel universe where gadgetry worked the very moment it's plugged in... there were over 600 channels waiting for Nort - at least 50 of which were "specialist interest" and promised a weekend of over-self-indulgence.

As it was, he just started vacantly at a million grey dots, jousting for prominence.

Disturbance

2006-03-16T02:04:00.000Z

Since the new flat-screen fancy-pants HD piece of shit had more technology crammed into it than a Mars Lander, Nort hadn't the faintest idea how to tune it in.

All Nort got was disturbance.

Fuck

2006-03-16T01:58:00.000Z

"Fucking fuck fuck fuckkittitity FUCK", Nort blurted out, convulsing as he did, folding in the middle, instantly red and angry, his heart jump-started, ready for a fight.

"Got to get off your ARSE!", he screamed to himself.

"Do something! Coffee!"

Nought

2006-03-16T01:47:00.000Z

Zero, nothing, niente, nic, nichts, rien, nada, τίποτα, nemlét, ničem, 何も, ничего, fuck all.

Remote

2006-03-16T01:43:00.000Z

1     2     3

4     5     6

7     8     9

     0

Remotely

2006-03-16T01:38:00.000Z

He jabbed at the remote.

Blankly

2006-03-16T01:35:00.000Z

... --- ... --- ... --- ... --- ... --- ... --- ... --- ...

...

...

..

.

The Television

2006-03-16T01:30:00.000Z

THE LOBBY CHANNEL

2006-02-06T16:56:00.000Z

Approaching horizontal, Nort gazed blankly at the television; a two-day-old High Definition, wall-mounted, flat-screen 27" LCD television screen, to be precise. The size of the TV dominated the narrow room and made everything else seem much smaller than it actually was, including Nort himself.