Jon Lebkowsky's CYBERDAWG BARKING:
Princess Di was at the high end of junk culture, where print tabloids would pay millions for her photo in the right context, e.g. kissing Dodi, or sunbathing topless on a nude beach. This had nothing to do with who she was, I mean in the human sense, and everything to do with what she represented--blonde, stylish, arguably beautiful, royal blood, etc. What life could she have apart from this context? Who was she, anyway? I have no idea. Her life meant so much less to most of us than her death, and the discovery of her good works and fine sensibility is a surprising counterpoint to the tabloid reality we knew.
And now she's dead and the junknews photogermalists who followed her to her death are accused of complicity. Who was she? Who the hell are they?
As most of us know by now, the papparazzi were doing their usual--Diana's death was more likely caused by the drunk at the wheel. However the papparazzi are under investigation for homicide, and failure to render aid--trash media's lost its entertainment value as we wonder at our information decadence, our casual acceptance of not-so-cheap gossip masquerading as news.
Consider the possibility, though, that this is just another random bit of information, void of significance. A million flowers laid before the palace, Britain and much of the world in mourning for someone they didn't know. Didn't take time to know, really, as more than an image, a voice, an apparition.
The illusion is that media bring us together as the 'global village' we used to talk about--but the truth is that it hides the distance, hides the extent to which we can never quite get under each other's skins and understand what there. I don't say that this is a problem--I guess it's cool that we're trying to make connections wherever we can.
But I keep wondering--what's the death of a shadow?