I hate the Television. Not the device itself. I hate the medium. I have a number of reasons, but the most important reason is noise.

If the television is turned on, it creates noise. And I hate noise.

I like silence. Silence lets my brain think. I could be sitting on the couch, yet my mind is free to travel. Travel from topic to topic, hop between scenarios and situations, dream and recollect. My mind feels awake amidst the silence. There are no bonds. It is free to explore the jungle of thoughts, slowly leaf through them, interconnecting and creating a new path, a new story. I can close my eyes and relax. I can hear the sounds of nature – the birds chirping, the leaves rustling, neighbour’s gossip, water trickling.

But all this will be lost under the noise that emanates from the Television. My mind feels claustrophobic. I feel claustrophobic. Like being in a room with four walls and no light. I can’t think. It feels like someone has put a spell on you. You can’t think, you can’t move. You have to just sit there, staring into nothingness. Waiting for a day when Television takes over our lives.

Oh wait, Television HAS taken over our lives!