This is pretty eerie, and somehow moving. There’s something incredibly profound about the concept of there not being any news. Is it hopeful, in the sense that man has solved all his problems so there’s nothing to report? Or is this condemning us for being addicted to news, whether good or bad? Is it saying there’s part of us that wants to tune in to other people’s suffering, or live vicariously through their triumphs? Is it telling us to get a life?
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