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UMN<br />
185<br />
f The Noire?<br />
Heaton<br />
Anonymity and privacy are<br />
things of the past: our emotions,<br />
everyday and otherwise,<br />
shamelessly spattered across<br />
pages, even the most hardened<br />
critic has their price. Nothing<br />
is sacred anymore. Existence,<br />
once so wonderfully fragile and<br />
unfathomable is now tirelessly<br />
analysed and finally, explained<br />
away: there is no mystery. How<br />
can there possibly be when every<br />
moment, feeling, living, waking<br />
day is captured through the eyes<br />
of a camera lens, how much of<br />
your life do you even live through<br />
your own eyes? Let’s appreciate<br />
the irony in all of this interconnectedness,<br />
if only for a fleeting<br />
moment. Each time we find<br />
ourselves afraid, and isolated,<br />
within moments we are able to<br />
network to our nearest and dearest<br />
in a heartbeat. Slide open the<br />
iPhone screen to reveal a world<br />
of human contact within, but if<br />
we were ever forced to face our<br />
own most twisted fears head on,<br />
how quickly would a cry for help<br />
really be answered? How many<br />
of those so-called friends would<br />
come to your rescue when you<br />
truly needed them most? Have we<br />
somehow become so lost in our<br />
own world of imagined security<br />
that in fact, when we finally look<br />
back: no one’s there. Instead of<br />
staring, sharing, tweeting and<br />
liking our way through life, copy/<br />
pasting our personalities into<br />
the endless white space, why<br />
not step outside and take a walk,<br />
down a darkened street, down<br />
a road without an end, and see<br />
what’s really possible? How far<br />
are we really able to defend ourselves<br />
and cross the line into the<br />
place without an exit? To discover<br />
all the sordid delights that may<br />
well lie within.<br />
Yet it is irreversibly so, that the<br />
beauty in the unknown has been<br />
long since forgotten. In a world<br />
full of endless safety features,<br />
soft cushions and user-friendly<br />
bullshit, how is it even possible<br />
to find the Noire? Let alone live<br />
a life inside it. To really crawl<br />
into its cavernous mouth, teeth<br />
glinting, tempting as they are<br />
destructive. Those who even hope<br />
to find a way must live on the<br />
fringes, outcast, the only ones<br />
who dare to go where others<br />
dare not, living life to the full,<br />
travelling further, pushing themselves<br />
harder to the very edges.<br />
As more and more mysteries of<br />
the world are seemingly solved,<br />
unmasked, excavated, where<br />
do we find that last place that<br />
is truly—underground. Ignorance<br />
may be bliss for a while,<br />
but somewhere there’s a feeling<br />
deep inside that’s niggling<br />
away, yearning for something<br />
more than just the world that is<br />
tailored for us by the choices we<br />
already made. Who we know,<br />
why we know them, where we go,<br />
what we do there, what we buy,<br />
where we work, where we went<br />
once, twice, three times. Perhaps<br />
without this constant observation<br />
of our every movement we might<br />
feel free to explore some of those<br />
secret corners of the world, those<br />
hidden places you can’t read up<br />
about on Lonely Planet, leaving<br />
your review from 1–5 stars. No<br />
photo app filter can blur the reality<br />
of what was really there. No<br />
edit button, no retouching tools.<br />
As we become ever more intertwined<br />
I start to wonder what will<br />
become of us in the end, what<br />
will be left of the Noire, in us,<br />
in the things that surround us,<br />
perhaps it was never even there<br />
in the first place, or perhaps we<br />
simply don’t care what happens<br />
when all the mysteries are<br />
solved. Concepts are researched<br />
and researched into nothing.<br />
References quoted, captions<br />
explaining, clarifying, criticising.<br />
Whatever happened to just<br />
letting things be? Leave notes<br />
hanging—artfully mounted in the<br />
mid-air. When the rush of excitement<br />
of simply not knowing, is<br />
a feeling that humans can no<br />
longer ever experience. Background<br />
checks, google searches,<br />
facebook pages: telling us all we<br />
really need to know. Why would<br />
you bother looking anywhere<br />
else? As a lack of empathy, and<br />
disconnectedness overwhelms<br />
and consumes you, are you really<br />
in a position to stand up and<br />
fight? Drugged, subdued, and<br />
vacuous, tapping away into the<br />
abyss.<br />
As we disband the external socalled<br />
threats that surround us,<br />
will we start to destroy ourselves<br />
from the inside out, our minds<br />
so constricted that they slowly<br />
coil in on themselves, tighter and<br />
tighter around our consciousness<br />
until the last drop of curiosity is<br />
unravelled. What hope is there for<br />
the Noire—half-dead already–<br />
taking it’s last gulps of air in a<br />
world where anything that once<br />
waited patiently in the shadows,<br />
is now mercilessly exposed<br />
beneath the unblinking chill, of<br />
inextinguishable neon lights.