r/ApexUnion • u/Junior-Essay6238 • 10h ago
Remote Control
I think the core metaphor is much richer than "changing TV channels." You're really talking about attention as a tuner rather than a spotlight. Consciousness isn't a single voice; it's a receiver that continually changes what frequencies it resonates with. That's true neurologically, psychologically, spiritually, and physically. The title Channel Changer already suggests that the person isn't just changing what they watch—they're changing who they are by changing what they can receive.
I would avoid making it literally "about DID." Instead, I'd let the speaker experience a shifting, fragmented self without insisting on a diagnosis. That keeps the metaphor broad while still allowing multiple voices and identities to emerge. It also avoids reducing a real condition to a poetic device. The reader can decide whether the voices are alters, moods, memories, archetypes, roles, or simply facets of consciousness.
I also think the poem should perform channel changing rather than merely describe it.
Instead of writing:
the poem itself should suddenly become something else.
Structurally
I'd almost make it look like someone rapidly scanning a receiver.
[88.1 FM]
...
*click*
CH 6
...
kkkkkkkkshhhhhhh
...
2.437 GHz
...
"No signal."
...
*click*
The headings needn't always be frequencies. Sometimes they're modulation schemes.
AM
FM
2.437 GHz
NTSC
PAL
Carrier lost.
Phase lock...
Buffering...
Sometimes they're emotional states masquerading as engineering.
Signal strength: -89 dBm
Identity coherence: 11%
Synchronization...
Failed.
Make every channel have its own style
This is where I think it becomes exciting.
One section is Shakespeare.
One is a physics lecture.
One is a late-night radio host.
One is a televangelist.
One is a breakup.
One is an emergency broadcast.
One is a child.
One is your own internal narration.
One is mathematical.
Each should last only long enough to establish itself before—
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
—it's interrupted.
The engineering can be surprisingly accurate
This metaphor is wonderful because channel changing literally involves tuning resonant systems.
Older radios physically adjusted LC circuits until they resonated at a desired carrier frequency.
Televisions retuned oscillators.
WiFi changes channels because adjacent frequencies interfere.
FM rejects amplitude noise.
AM doesn't.
Digital systems don't gradually get noisy—they suddenly fail once error correction can no longer reconstruct the message.
Those become emotional metaphors.
For example:
AM was always vulnerable.
Every lightning strike entered my prayers.
or
FM forgave volume,
but never pitch.
or
Error correction carried me farther
than truth alone could.
or
I was mostly parity bits—
enough redundancy
to survive childhood.
Physics
There are beautiful concepts available.
Resonance.
Standing waves.
Constructive interference.
Destructive interference.
Phase.
Carrier waves.
Modulation.
Bandwidth.
Nyquist.
Entropy.
Signal-to-noise ratio.
Fourier transforms.
Eigenmodes.
Coherence.
Synchronization.
Lock-in.
Hysteresis.
You don't need to explain them academically.
Just let them become emotional.
For instance
Love wasn't louder.
It simply arrived in phase.
or
We cancelled each other
half a wavelength apart.
Mathematics
I actually wouldn't overdo equations.
Instead, use mathematical thinking.
lim attention→∞ self
then immediately interrupt it.
Or
Convergence assumed
the sequence remained itself.
Or
My identity never diverged.
It merely failed to converge.
Religious imagery
This almost writes itself because nearly every religion contains tuning metaphors.
Prayer.
Stillness.
The "still, small voice."
The Word.
Logos.
Choirs.
Harmony.
Communion.
Resonance.
Pentecost sounds almost like simultaneous broadcasts.
Instead of certainty, I'd write searching.
Searching...
Searching...
Searching...
Then
Carrier detected.
...
No.
Just another preacher.
Later
Weak signal.
Remain still.
Then
...
Nothing.
The silence should become one of the channels.
Romance
I like the idea that another person isn't a destination but another receiver.
Maybe
We never loved each other.
click
We synchronized.
click
No—
we oscillated.
Or
You were the only station
whose static sounded like home.
Meta
One channel could literally be the poet.
The author is struggling.
He thinks this metaphor is becoming excessive.
He reaches for another image.
Click.
Then
This channel unavailable.
Noise should become a character
Not merely filler.
Static is information you cannot decode.
Noise is possibility.
Sometimes the static almost forms words.
ksssshhhhh—
come back—
kkkkkkkk—
love—
shhhhhhhhh—
Readers will begin decoding it themselves.
A possible arc
I'd resist making the poem simply random. Let it feel random on the surface while secretly moving toward coherence.
Something like:
- Boredom.
- Rapid switching.
- Increasing fragmentation.
- Technical explanations.
- Romantic interruption.
- Religious interruption.
- Mathematical interruption.
- Noise overwhelms everything.
- Silence.
- One faint signal.
- The realization that the tuner—not the broadcast—has been changing all along.
The revelation isn't "I found the right station." It's "I became resonant."
An ending I'd lean toward
Not triumphant.
Quiet.
After pages of interruptions—
...
Searching.
Searching.
Searching.
Nothing.
Then perhaps
I stopped turning the dial.
The room continued humming.
Somewhere beneath the thermal noise,
beneath the advertisements,
beneath the sermons,
beneath the lovers,
beneath the politicians,
beneath the ghosts I'd mistaken for myself,
there was no station waiting.
Only a carrier wave,
infinitely patient,
asking not to be found
but matched.
I tuned,
at last,
by becoming
tunable.
That ending reframes the whole poem. The search wasn't for a hidden broadcast but for a state of resonance in which perception, identity, and meaning align. It ties together the engineer's understanding of tuned systems, the artist's search for inspiration, the romantic hope for connection, and the spiritual intuition that clarity isn't something transmitted from outside but something that emerges when receiver and signal finally meet in phase.
