Nazi Germany
Zubeer Adolf Hipster -Nazi Monkoid Rights Activist
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This isn't a TV. It's a sensation 65-inch, LED-backlit, 4K Ultra HD, 8 million-pixel mindscape that eats my reality. Each pixel, each radiant sub-pixel, is a craving, an obsession, a need. Every LED is a dose, feeding an addiction only other display junkies could fathom. Let me put that in perspective for you: it is 3,840 by 2,160 pixels; it brings me 8,294,400 pixels to consume, to worship. Each pixel-a small saint, a perfectly square part of the holy geometry of light. My head goes on thinking-my mind curved and rewired after all these years of display lust.
Further, I sink into sub-pixel layers, reduced to reds and greens and blues; fractalized into almost microscopic pieces of light, 24,883,200 little glows. Every sub-pixel a micro-universe, every frame an infinity within which to get lost.
It's not an obsession stopping at clarity, but latency, refresh rate, the precise intensity of the LED backlighting. erotic. I have wasted hours not only adjusting contrast levels but also scouring through spec sheets over brightness nits, deep-diving into theories on calibration, even the psychological effects of blue light. And who needs human contact when one can savor a display that devours him whole?
I'm pixel-dependent. To me, the screens are intimacy. And when I peer into this gorgeous, crazily colorful void of light, I feel it peering right back-its sweet 4K/8K/Whatever nothings breathed softly into my very soul.
Further, I sink into sub-pixel layers, reduced to reds and greens and blues; fractalized into almost microscopic pieces of light, 24,883,200 little glows. Every sub-pixel a micro-universe, every frame an infinity within which to get lost.
It's not an obsession stopping at clarity, but latency, refresh rate, the precise intensity of the LED backlighting. erotic. I have wasted hours not only adjusting contrast levels but also scouring through spec sheets over brightness nits, deep-diving into theories on calibration, even the psychological effects of blue light. And who needs human contact when one can savor a display that devours him whole?
I'm pixel-dependent. To me, the screens are intimacy. And when I peer into this gorgeous, crazily colorful void of light, I feel it peering right back-its sweet 4K/8K/Whatever nothings breathed softly into my very soul.
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