VisiChunk
Aggregates of visual inputs.
Fuck television
Lunchtime in a tiny lunch stop in the valley. Hurried tech workers squeeze in for the special: teriaki rice bowl. I sit as the television which hangs from the wall screams day time Jerry Springer at us. The patrons visibly cringe as the angry black woman on the TV notches up her hysterical tirade. I look at the Latino man behind the counter. He scowls back. The sound and fury from the television becomes to much and I reach up, past the jumbled straws, the yellow pages from 2007. I click off the TV.
A collective sigh fills the room. A few people smile at me. I look at the Latino man and he holds my gaze for a seconds.
And then smiles.
