What's really nice about TV is that it shows nothing but itself; kudos to Marshall MacLuhan. Even information on absolutely actual events turn to electronic jar within the shiny cathode blob.

Whatever you behold in this shimmer, everything is imagery. Not in vain the first term for television was an "iconoscope". Undoubtedly to gaze at icon all day long absorbing blissful Favour light that streams from its outer side is not the same thing as watching the blob rise from virtual reality abyss. Demons, masks, 38 snipers, some pixel worms eating their own tails. Should we wipe dust off the screen to see more clearly. Just wash away drying oil.

And the words. Images are always accompanied by some words. No matter what are the words they all are metonymic and they bond into poetical messages that are trying to speak of themselves. And nothing more. Should we rhyme it. Just switch off the light.

A telescope may show the light of stars gone dead. An iconoscope may show an image. The eyes though might not be cheated; one may excise viewing from that far what a human's optical ability allows. Not that far.

Jumping from channel to channel, zapping, keeping with a frequency no longer than possible. Turning the dance of proton beam into something more - at least for a while - continuous.