New Things

Friends. My name is Michael, and I am a Technological Utopian. It’s been three weeks since I last bought a new thing.

There is an undeniable pleasure to be obtained from ‘New Things’. From opening packages, to discovering how each ‘New Thing’ works and how it will fill an imagined gap in one’s life.

But as I wrote previously, and as many others have pointed out, every single thing we buy will end up as rubbish.

In a change of format, here is a song I wrote about my difficulty with ‘New Things’.

I like your new thing, it’s got that feature.
I always wished that my old thing would do.
It’s so whizzy and so snappy,
And you seem so proud and so happy,
I think I’ll throw out my old thing and get one like you.

Do you like my new thing? it’s future rubbish.
Do you like my new thing? it’s future scrap.
This feast we are consuming is delicious,
But in a little while, it all turns to crap.

The new one is much faster than the old one.
It’s half the size and it can recognize my face!
But the old one was a classic,
So I’ve put it in the attic.
With a pile of other stuff I keep there ‘just in case’.

Why can’t I tame my acquisitory habits?
No matter what I have it never seems to be enough!
There always seems to be just one more thing,
And the little buzz of happiness it brings.
But in the end there’s just a bigger pile of stuff.

Do you like my new thing? it’s future rubbish.
Do you like my new thing? it’s future scrap.
This feast we are consuming is delicious,
But in a little while, it all turns to crap.

Well I know that I cannot take it with me.
Just like me, it’ll end up in a hole.
But this pile of earthly treasures,
Brings momentary pleasures,
And distracts me from the void within my soul.

So I called up my old friend the Dali Lama.
I said ‘Dali, babe’ – I’m suffering I don’t understand?
He said “This world is e-labor-ate illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion,
So be kind to yourself, and do the best you can”.

And then he looked me in the eyes…
The Dalai Lama looked me in the eyes.
And he took my hand in his.
And he said “Michael…

Do you like my robes? They’re future rubbish.
Do you like my robes?? They’re future scrap.
Yes, this feast we are consuming is delicious,
But in a little while, it all turns to crap.

 

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