We are in the golden age of the scroll of information or otherwise of the scrolling-morph information. We represent the scrolling vision, the magnificent access and the zero memory.
We are in the Scroll Down era and no one imposed it on us. There is a generator of popular culture (pop culture) or else pop generator and we are its proud, generic space as well as its intact victim- child.

The pop generator is uncultured and uneducated, he poses the baroque, the modern, the “ancient” Egyptian, he seems futuristic, he deconstructs the deconstruction and makes the postmodern seem futuristic, antiquated and normal just because it is its offspring. The pop generator expects nothing and no one, not even his honorary members. All new ideas tumble through a kaleidoscopic sequence of global pixels and they have been forgotten before their creators make a new version of them.

There is no future, innovative, hip, old, indigenous or exotic. We’ve all heard the music of the black continent. We are satisfied with the scrolling vision, the immeasurable information and the speed of knowledge. Nothing more is left to excite us, we are left in the digital infinity with a false confidence that there is a basis of our digital self.
We update pages and we simultaneously overtake them.

Scroll me down to the end of hope.