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Downloading images off shutterstock and feeling like I’ve been sniffing glue. Pages upon pages of information flick by and my fingers click, wait for this slow machine to kick into life, then click again. Too many images, burns out the brain and once you kill the head, the body will die. Old messages it’s true, but believe me, nothing can sear your eyes like an lcd screen, with the contrast up so high and the distant hum of wireless signals passing somewhere between the box and the receiver, through the centre of my head and out into my earlobe transponders.