Monday, 19 July 2010

realisations of worthlessness

Myspace is Bedlam by M.C. Escher, administered by Franz Kafka's worst nightmare.

I want to change the background, so I search for ways of doing so. I am directed to a page that doesn't exist and, when I find its replacement, the code I'm directed to input there doesn't change the background, but it does depopulate the music player.

Hastily deleting the code I am chided by myspace by the player remaining empty.

I leave the page alone and the songs come back, but I still want to change the background, so I try to upgrade to myspace 2.0, and to do so I am directed to a page that doesn't exist and my songs are, unaccountably, deleted once more.

Defeated, hopeless, questioning my every move, I recognise now that it is I who was wrong for wanting my background changed; I arrogantly presumed that my will should be expressed rather than annihilated, mocked and subsumed by the far greater will of the myspace platform. I only hope that, by this admission, they will see fit to allow my songs to once more populate the player. I promise never to try, never to investigate and never to think of customising my myspace page ever again.

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