I think I keep coming back to this particular story because it actually accomplished comprehensively what I was trying to manifest with my own commentary on consumer tech attached to Extratone: I had two of my smartest friends by my side, which meant I could experience the fright in such a way that it could be written about for a laugh – still critically – without (me) completely losing scope.
now, instead of worrying me, BECAUSE OF THIS EXPERIENCE AND MY ABILITY TO WRITE ABOUT IT, every time I am confronted with the existence of VR, instead of being preoccupied with how confusing and alienating it feels, I immediately remember this mf
it's also very thoughtful! I managed to find the right opportunity for me to offer the whole of the insight my perspective could ever have on the thing – no more, no less. and because of that, I never need express any sentiment about virtual reality ever again!!!
I am done with it.
as in, I haven't done it since and probably never will!