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Tale As Old As Time: Manner, Not So

Reading, regardless of becoming more like a chore now instead of recreation, still irrefutably sets standards of consumption on my behalf. Imposition unnecessary, I personally ought to enjoy. Which is mainly the physical and metaphorical experience of indulgence and sensical clamor is how I'd like to put it. I love how pleasure takes some work too. And that there's freedom to interpret things through various frames of mind one has. Not limited to discretion but so as to the degree of submergence to the event.

The adaptation of classic lit into digital formats made the works more accessible and procured newer ways of engaging thee. Hence, leveraged timelessness to instill relevance amidst the occurrence. In a nutshell, digital publishing transformed the atmosphere of reading in terms of interaction and personalization. Leaving expense at a standstill. Nonetheless, content generation and delivery broadened the array, reuslting in a more dynamic and inclusive reading ecology.

Going over the excerpts of this classic, for the first few parts of the story, I thought the similitude was of Snow White. Given the metaphors of beauty and the prominent use of mirror. However, as the story progresses, it comes off more like Sleeping Beauty's but in a differently gendered version. They share the same essence of being shut on senses. And of being practically dead in some sort. Moreover, the plot mirrors the same when a princess charming (instead) saves the day, which happens to be in the embodiment of Gerda.

Although prejudices aside, if it was taken the other way around, I would despise it. I love to see the women taking matters on their own and needing no one to survive. But as the classic necessitates, there needs saving.  But surprisingly and interestingly... of the opposite. Which can infer a more often than not notion people, arrogantly refuse. Women leading, women winning. An actuality, deprived of acknowledgment and recognition. Which, of course, I am not to discuss, considering the topic of contention.

Now, as per the experience, I prefer reading with a physical book to satiate my senses and to savor the utmost of the experience. There's just something reading a book gives, devices cannot. Well, the latter has the merit of immersively fed taste. However, the acquaintance seems lacking and superficial. At least for me. Debatable, yes. Of this time and age, absolutely. Nevertheless, both caters to the specifics the masses would opt to pick. Thus, predilections come in. Besides, it's not a matter of contemporary inclination but passionate predisposition.

Albeit, challenges and criticisms have also arisen, such as information overload due to the massive yet unheeding imposition platforms provided, it's on the notch of the individuals to employ mechanims to dampen such as content curation and selective engagement to ease the overwhelming nuisance. Moreover, the glories of the technology also aids in this indigestion - filtering and organizing content to manage the flow of information and diminish palliate sensation. Finally, while the aforementioned had a significant impact on the basis of conventional reading habits, it's important to make regards of how both could mutually co-exist. Let alone literacy can not be sheltered in a square but in a variety of forms and sizes, given the changing reading landscape.

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My Toes, My Knees, Doesn't Belong to Me: The Hyperdependence Pandemic

From a scholastic point of view, various frames of mind could be viewed to deepen one’s understanding of the massive shift the phenomena have purveyed. Among the collaterals are mainly as follows. One, experience has been intermediary or at least superficial. The intimacy of human touch and encounter diminishes. resulting in a soulless craft tied to its purpose. Which is merely to aid in function. Two, the artful prestige of having the process experienced feels dehumanized. Given the ease of comfort, the former bestows the people, and the very process becomes futile to execute. Besides the primaries of inputting a command , tools and devices opt to follow. Hence, the disconnect and the languid implications produce empty pieces. Three, reliance fostered complacency enough to stagger and plummet artistic means and pursuits. Which, in a way, regressed collective effort and enthusiasm in terms of work. Therefore, the impotence, it bears to the people contingent to it. Four, human disconnect became a norm and requisite in order to keep up with the increasing demands of the industry. Since products are of essence and not the artistic hues; haste work pays the roll, irregardless of the blandness. For appetite comes second to hunger. Five, manpower is demeaned by the prevalence of artificial intelligence and whatnot. Thus is threatened by the overpowering of the aforementioned. Indeed, there's nothing parallel to human aptitude. However, the pressures of strengthened exigency force the compromise - that impairs the plurality. Lastly, the artistic value is being redefined by the current status quo; challenging craftsmanship in essence. In corroboration, substance then happens to be of question and debate. Unto which is the standard and so how to deviate from it without making it much of a losing bet. All of these surmises, the brink of the paradoxical movement, democratization paved the way for. Liberalism was taken as a license to exploit and injure. Tampering it as an excuse for a crime unpunishable but despicable of all means. Nevertheless, it stands firm to absolve the menaces it induces as a matter of supposed polarity of good and evil. Perhaps one can not connive without the depths it scours to hold. Only it can afford to conform as to how it is opt to govern. I guess it's better to put it this way. The same fruit that appeased one's hunger could be the very death of one as well. We can only hope for us to end well. 

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Peak Modernity: The Shallows of Men

On a personal note, I have once hopped on a trend and somewhat immersed myself with the system. Although it was just for some sort of fun, I utilized artificial means to come up with a material. It's one of those fleeting shenanigans I partook in. I just had to upload a file, and then the magic began. Shortly, a cartoonized version of myself showed up. It didn't consume much of my time and effort to seamlessly look like a pro in digitalizing my photo. Despite the ease, of course, there’s this lack it cannot fill. And that is my touch. A hint of me. Something quite attributory. I can't deem mine for that reason. Not an ounce of it. And I cannot be proud enough to display such grandiose knowing I did not make it. Hence, the dissatisfaction and guilt [in some way] of untoward fraud. Regardless of the common knowledge as to how things work, notwithstanding that clout-mosphere, there's just this pound of retreat in engaging with all these - granted the cause. As disrespect could still be inferred from the event. Which I believe is not what people would consciously heed to. Indeed, the sours kick in after the sweet, and I think this is just one of it.

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A Coin Has Two Sides, Mine Has Three: My Medusa of Perceptions

CHAPTER 1

The Old Testament of Living: A Guilt-Tripping Story

It's easy to demonize human gratification for ease and comfort when we talk about life in mundanity. To buy the idea that regardless of today's gift of advancement, we must opt to kindle the roots and deny the savor of its fruits. While this is equally idealistic and nostalgic, there may be peeks in the idea we must consider.

To a degree, it was never just a matter of predilection but of life's demand. In this fast-paced world, you could feel slowed down. Perhaps, with the pressure, it comes in terms of your ways and means. Nevertheless, there's a staggering tag and pull of going where, why, and how. Comfort is a luxury, and not everyone can afford it. Which makes people differ in their paces and graces. There's a cost for a 6 that's the reality. We pay to exist. We live through rates. And we fill our cups. There's no other way around. Unless, of course, if privilege is your cherry on top. Which is unfortunately, is not served at every diner.

Another thing is romanticization in the guise of denial as an untackled facet. While we are all entitled to unsubscribe to popular opinion, lapses in this kind hint at a slippery slope of stagnancy; that in one way or another impedes collective ascendance. A rejection of modernity and an embrace of tradition that screams patriotism of some sort without utter intention. Others may argue that this is a capitalist take. But truth be told, it goes beyond the confining bounds of that, but of mindful inadvertence and a pose to challenge innovation per se. Which raises a question, what for, then? Why must we castigate a lending hand? Because it’s a splinter-in-the-toe ego thing? 

In a practical sense, inevitability should be weaponized to good use; a rear mirror to potentials and possibilities. That if pursued becomes a catalyst to development. As we all know, is an economy’s pivotal component. Hence, to disregard this very fact speaks the same utterance of self-sabotage and impediment vis-à-vis. A pledge to regression.

CHAPTER 2

Melancholia and the Glimpse of I

On a lighter note, if we're not to cast our issues unto the very essence of welcoming change, there's also something to reminisce about as we move forward. Say the easier times. The simpler life. How things are supposed to be and how they used to make us feel. Besides, moving forward doesn't mean forgetting, right? It only means moving with whatever comes along with openness and utmost acceptance.

To stir an aroma of nostalgia, I remember when I was a kid, I used to be fond of reading. I loved everything 'lit': short stories, myths, riddles, idioms, you name it. Whenever we'd go to the market, I’d always ask to be brought something to read. And when I turned into a young teen, I started collecting teen mags like Candy and Total Girl magazines. I loved waiting for every month's issue. Who the magazine cover would be and the exclusive freebies it would come with. It's such a joy to see the new magazine's issue on a rack whenever I go to the mall because I know one's coming home with me. Not long enough, I also started reading the book series, Diary of a Wimpy Kid counter: Dork Diaries. And so, as some Wattpad books. From that, I resorted to reading novels and self-help books. I just so happen to have a slump, I am still battling up to this date. 

The print really helped me a lot through life. It gave me a safe space. Another world to live in. An escape from whatever pains me. It was a home back then. A solitary comfort. And my piece of adventure. There's so much more to say, but I think that this could describe enough. Sometimes, I wish I still had that yearning in me. Because I feel like I lost it. But I believe, sometime around, I’d get it again. I'll feel it again. There's just a lot going on right now that I am still yet to care about. Hasta Mañana, then.

CHAPTER 3

Mellow Blues Played on Sundays

Growing up with shelf-long people in my early years influenced how I view life and how I opt to experience it. The old always felt warm. The old always felt good. But the old is bound to be replaced. And it’s the way to go. Nevertheless, there’s a chokehold of comfort and peace to rest in the caress of it. And perhaps, a glory it owns.

Before print was used for entertainment, it once served as people’s compass. To life’s how, what, when, and where. It did a lot more than it is credited for. It was, in a way, rudimentary to people’s lives at a time. In which, it was needed more than it is now, prior to the conquer of revolution to mankind. It fed people. It taught people. It helped people. And beyond. Although the rift and shifts the phenomena call, it is still yet to prove it that will never die. But perhaps has to constantly thrive. Manic as it sounds, it coughs difficulty and wheezes effort. But it does not deny, it succumbs. And it pars with good grace. A merit we can warrant it for.

Perhaps people would say, the industry it creates as it accommodates change is far-fetched sedentary, unreal, and half-as-good. Which I beg to disagree. As I don’t think, it should be taken as that. As it’s merely obligated but hence as purposeful and productive, just less the proclivity it holds. Nevertheless, substance goes beyond the structure. And the riff-off is unintentional and not inherently dismissive. It’s just that, it’s time-bound and corollary. As how human life is designed to be. Humanity tied in a string of incessant changes. To end, this is not a rival but an attempt to survive – by book or by crook. And the saving happens when we cherish and remember.

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My Apology Snowman: Ocraf

Have you ever felt full yet still compelled to eat? But in scorching heat, with the thought of being touched by the flames of hell, that is nowhere to reach satisfaction. Whilst, waiting to be chased by pestering Oompa Lumpas on their way to meet James Bond to visit the Kingdom of Narnia. It’s an artistic puke. A pompous-tic side-eye. An ingrown in your toenail. A choke of hand-full saliva. And a man’s fear of receding hairlines… type of thing. I could exaggerate and did because I am a fan of drama and mimicry. As a young adult with the capacity to process big feelings, I seem not to digest Dante’s Limbos of Hell written in a ‘fan-fic’ manner, entitled: Snowfall.

Being a retired big reader, going through the whole article overstimulated me. It felt like stages of grief, except that it is an overwhelming sensation, I can’t take a hold of. It was as if I was forced to take each and every shoe at the time. Yes, I appreciate the vividness and utmost intricacy of the details but I don’t think I can take all of them, all at once; I confuse myself with what to feel. Notwithstanding, the style. That may not be intimidating due to its firsthand nature. But with the play of words – I prefer to be told with a pinch of salt on the side. Sparkles won’t hurt, but too much might blind. Which is how it opted out for me. 

While it merits immersive tactics, which were productively and effectively laid upon, it comes off as too much of a chore to deal with. It’s giving you a dichotomy of wanting your cake yet also wanting to eat it – almost in imposition. And as much as I’d like to take it as a “lent experience”, the degree of reliance on tools and the amplified use of terms made it like a “lent trauma”. A simulation program. Which I don’t think everyone signed up. I mean, there are people who would just like to know, not to feel, and to utterly experience. Which makes it overbearing in a sense. Also, for a context that is atrocious, I don’t think it suits the fashion. It could’ve been simply articulate and empathetic. 

Nonetheless, I speak on a personal note only. Preferences-inclined and content-moderated. For someone who’s a fan of quick reads and is on occasion, a read-sulker, I believe it’s important to appropriate methods with theme and context; so, it does not overboard and “overbore” the reader. If readership and engagement are to consider. Hence, there’s beauty in brevity. Unless otherwise called for. To end, we are all entitled to choose our experience. Although it cannot be in a profound sense, in controlled situations as such, it shouldn’t be a controversy. As palates shall brew dispute, but thou never shall let it breed indifference.