I feel so unclean… Even the data in the air we breathe is teeming with rotten grudges. Gathering energy of decaying culture, these signals pass straight through our skulls with no consequence. Or surely, a consequence we cannot see or tell. It's only through the windows we carry in our pockets that these signals become visible to us in any capacity.
Somehow, such hate, and yet we don't even know of it until the moment it reaches our devices. It doesn't harm us, but does it harm ghosts? Does it harm the people who can see them?
I wonder. I certainly don't feel anything. Nevertheless, someone saying "I hate you" may be whizzing through my spleen at this very moment.
We all hate a lot, humanity. And our signals travel into space. But as encrypted and abstruse as they may be to any alien life, they may in fact be harmed by them. They may not be invisible at all - unlike us and our blissfully invulnerable plants and animals. Something to think about for way to long and then realize doesn't matter; there is nothing out there but the Laniakea Supercluster, dreaming away in its monolithic sleep. When you hate yourself, it hates itself; so it inevitably does, because about half of humanity is intensely self-critical and find their own reflections rather loathsome.
