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The power of the internet and the death of mystery

Today a nagging thought came up that has persisted in my head for the last several years.  I was looking at Kokoschka paintings for art class and got a sudden vision of this old children’s book my parents used to read me when I was a kid. I just remember how dark and beautiful I thought this book was even as kid. I remembered the pictures vividly. Leprechuans dripping in paint of all different colors, huddled around, another scene of the creatures stretching something in the sky. Years ago I asked my parents if they remembered what it was, but they had no idea what I was talking about, so I thought I might have made it up. It’s hard to google just from the pictures in your head. I tried for several years with no yeild. Tonight, I resolved to find out what the book was. I searched for  “leprechauns rainbow” and “paint leprechauns children’s book” and several variations of this. Finally, somewhere in the results I saw the phrase “The Rainbow Goblins” and I knew I had found it! It was so good to see the pictures again, I felt at peace.

At the same time I was dissapointed that it was all over. It was this wonderful hazy mystery to me. To find it, and to find it so easily today was odd. I was supposed to find it again in my attic or at some flea market in Belgium.  Or never find it and always wonder if it was all in my head.  The internet has changed things like that. Stuff like this isn’t a mystery anymore, people aren’t a mystery anymore, you can find out pretty much anything about anyone. You can never wonder what someone is doing ‘right now’ anymore because they are twittering it all over the place. Everything is so connected and for some reason, this makes me feel safe, but with that comes a huge loss in some quality I can’t really describe.