As global flows of information, products, peoples, and simulacra gush into our immediate lifeworlds, they chip away at our sense of standing on solid ground, of being rooted in a particular time and place. Ours are the times of accelerating noise and fury, of newly minted nightmares and invisible architectures of luminous code that just might help save the day. We lose the capacity to speak and act from within, and communication is reduced to a reactive, almost technical operation. And so we drown, believing that to drown is to surf. (Erik Davis remixed)