If I had lived lets say around 4,000 years ago or more I would have said the wheel. But because I was born in the latter part of The Twentieth Century i am going to be boring and say The Internet. This despite having to wait 25 years or more for it to evolve and be of any practical use..
The Internet is a repository or all mans available knowledge, of everything he has done and perhaps is likely to do. It is is a hive of utter shite, which seemed fun at first and is now a minefield of fly blown corpses each with its own deadly miasma that chokes the lungs and makes the skin slough off in great chunks as with a dread disease. It is a place where I can view videos of fluffy kittens playing and have arguments with people I do not know. Where every available facet of information of every celebrity that has ever lived is available to every idiot who ever wanted to know about this idiotic topic. It is a substitute for every doctor and cancels almost every appointment you will have to make to see a Doctor. Enter your symptoms and you can probably work out what out is going on. The same does not apply when you use this method to diagnose the car. or should that read Cat
For the cat you must use the vet and the car the mechanic, for their knowledge is greater and more precise. Plus your love for these two out weighs the inconvenience of leaving the house and your virtual computer world. Dating has never become so much fun. Once upon a time you met people in a bar, now you can be cat-fished, ghosted, conned and scammed by some crook in Ghana. No longer do you have to suffer the embarrassment of reaching for that magazine on the top shelf and finding you are too short for such feats. Porn is available 24/7 and at no extra cost, paedophiles and other perverts can liberate themselves of their liberty by signing up to websites promising them what they seek. It is a great resource when stuck with what to cook for dinner to. Social media means you can waste your time reading about other peoples shit and nobody gives a fuck about yours. Where false news is spread more widely than manure on a farmers field and you can bother your head into thinking Brigitte Macron ( The French presidents wife) May or may not have or indeed did have a penis. ( Popular conspiracy theory)
It is where artists can show their work without the fag and hassle of finding High Street representation. It is a place of creativity, growth and learning. It is frightful, dangerous and full of misinformation. get out into nature, take fresh air and exercise. Listen to the birds sing.
The musings of a professionally confused artist 
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