Do we choose what our interests are, or are our interests the product of our experiences? Or are we just hard-wired with a preprogrammed attraction to certain topics? I have no idea. And that is not the topic of this post. This post is about my problem. And my problem, as I have recently come to realize, is largely due to my interests. Read this one. It’s weird, and it’s personal.
Let’s revisit an old conspiracy theory from the 1990s: the terrifying mural at the Denver International Airport. Back in the day, it caused quite a stir. EVERYTHING at the then-newly-constructed airport had caused quite a stir. Looking back at the images now, in today’s American climate, is a little unnerving.
I had an experience over the past week that has distracted me from my series on transhumanism. In a way, however, the experience is related to the topic of transhumanism. Both topics are vast and can therefore be connected to any other topic imaginable. So if you will indulge me, I will ramble on at length about my odd weekend.