Staring at a blank television screen leaves lingering ethnocentric thoughts.
It may have been thoughts in my head from a lecture earlier today. Perhaps it was my mind trying to decompress. Generally when I sit in front of a television I have the illusion that I'm relaxing and not having to mentally work. Is that what TV is for? This time however my mind was on overdrive. Maybe it was the fact that I knew once this was finished I needed to think of something write about. How long has it been? Three minutes? Maybe if I look deep enough into the television I'll find something to watch.
Why is it black? Is black a proper representation of off? Or the absence of colour in motion? I guess that's a fair assessment. Perhaps this blank screen does not represent anything. It's definitely saving electricity. How much time has past now I wonder, maybe six to eight minutes? Maybe more. Maybe this wasn't supposed to be a narrative at all.
Once I got into it I realized afterwards that time had passed much faster than I had expected. Aside from the forced air system in my house the absence of droning static was definitely a plus from this show compared to most others. My mind continued to relax. All that I had to focus on was my breathing, which lead to a positive experience in itself. How often each day do we take the time to meditate? I continued to stare in the direction of the television while attempting to focus only on my breathing. I pulled out of it after twenty two minutes or so.
The experience for me was really an exercise in relaxation and breathing. That all came of course once I got over the need to think of something to write about. I wonder if I'll get different results if I try it with the HD TV next time.
