“I suppose it is reasonable, however surprising it may seem, that many of my proclivities from before the current situation have grown stronger and deeper in its wake.

I was generally opposed to the strange pornography of the modern electronic milieu — the food photos, the nature photos, the glitz and glam of luxury — and I really didn’t like watching ‘shows’. Though for much of my life I was fascinated by film, and considered myself something of an aficionado.

But for many years now… and especially today… film and television seem both extremely phony and insultingly contrived. Since the world changed some few weeks ago, my feelings are far deeper.

The whole idea of film and television seems like life-porn; I want to have even the smallest adventure myself, and I do not care if I never see even one more ‘show’ or ‘film’, ever again. Or rather, I care. I care not to.

I want to live. Now. Here. I want to dream and be alive with living places, creatures and people I love. That whole shitshow of fake life and people pretending to live it? I actually just wish it would all go away. Forever.

And I do not give a flying fuck if any photograph exists. It’s the same thing. I want to see actual things with my eyes. If I could make »all the photographs go away, I would.”

— an anonymous informant