Our experience now is a bastardized version of the real, for the reward of our illusory systems feels more real to us than the cost of inescapable simulacra. We trade material reality for the illusion of speed, the Faustian pact of instant pleasure, of knowledge beyond knowing—we're living in a dream. Everything: faster, faster, all at once now; a world unmoored, left floating in a sea of absence. An infinite lapse of sense and sensibility. The bright white space of heaven and purgatory—sustained and unbreakable, never to be questioned or marred by the human act of thought—in place of the mixed and multicolor experience of the real. Perceptual clarity, technical optics, replacing the muddy and confusing experience of the real. Lost in abstractions—infinite abstractions—