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Segmentation Fault was mostly conceived during the pandemic. Toronto was going through one of the longer lockdowns. My job at the time was working from home as a programmer. Consequently, nearly all of my waking hours were spent in front of a computer screen. On the rare occasion I did get to hang out with friends, I'd get overwhelmed with emotion, then crash hard immediately afterward. At the time, I was worried that the constant isolation would dehumanize me, rejecting new connections with new people in favor of the numb comfort of sitting at my computer, occupying myself with social media, videos, games, and whatever other media would occupy me while the world outside burned.
Segmentation Fault is a programming terminology. It's an error that occurs when a program attempts to access restricted memory. In this song I'm likening it to accessing parts of one's mind and personality that all of the carefully curated content and software are designed to make people ignore. The chaotic parts of our mind that force us out of that numb, emotionless state are what make us human.
lyrics
Plugged into oblivion
Apathy consumes
Lights and patterns
Hypnotizing
Connected, alienated from the outside world
Interpersonal connections weakened by cybernetic manipulation
The only hint of humanity across the sea of diodes
An avatar of self-parody and false self-idolization
The surgical effects of the skinner box rewire my mind
Numbing me into acceptance of my current state
Strangling my remaining desire for human touch and contact
I feel my death
The unavoidable feeling that this manipulation is intentional
Not just a form of control, but of exploitation
Responding to every action with a language of light and sound
Designed by committee to trigger some sort of mental algorithm
Digging deep into the lower levels of my processing, rewriting fundamental values
Redistributing pain and pleasure, striking an apathetic equilibrium
Removing crisis of the self along with the self
It feeds on me
I walk this world defined by rigid meaning
I find a broken seam of madness amidst the order
Something resembling what was here before
The warmth is so inviting - I think I feel again
Oh god it burns! Time’s left my nerves in hunger
So much life at once crashes everything
Corruption spreads - sectors left irreparable
I fall back into a world that makes too much sense
This is all so overwhelming, resistance dulled by fragile nature
But my awareness and refusal to accept may be my saving grace
Through the scattered and unoptimized corners of my mind, my humanity hides
With my desire to connect once again. From there, I fight back.
The corrupted sectors by their undefinition strengthen my absurdities.
This chaos within, failed to be overwritten, breathes life back into me
Tempting though the desire to never feel again may be
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