In your eyes we must be an infinite stream of fluttering, organized into genres and themes.
What are you in the mood to watch tonight?
I imagine you are attracted to contradictions: the anger that seeps into our love, the boredom that ridicules our faith, the pain that spars with our smiles.
And you can see it all — from the abandoned in care homes, to the intoxicated in dance halls.
And you can hear it all — from the humming of prayers, to the silence of waiting rooms.
As you flip through our channels, the billions you have scattered, perhaps you will notice one man, couch-bound, sipping coffee and consumed by one thought: what you will be watching tonight.
