Emboxed
The fabricated gasp from the studio audience echoed through the speakers of every single CRT T.V. The analog culture expression said what was on our minds. There was another broadcast just under it all. An intrusion that never fully manifested with tube crackle blow out and everything gets sucked into the little white dot, in the dark vastness of empty image. We then understand it fully. We know now we are the ones emboxed. The tube blew us away. sucked into the vastness of analog emptiness. Some old thing banished to the far corner of an attic or basement, with the burden of caring decades of dust over our backs.