Petite ville, grand renom. Small town, great renown.
I don't think it could be a coincidence that the more technological a society is, the less it connects people.
Never before have people been so infantalized, made so dependant on the machine for everything; as the earth rapidly approaches its extinction due to technology, our souls are shrunk and flattened by its pervasive rule. Any sense of wholeness and freedom can only return by the undoing of the massive division of labour at the heart of technological progress. This is the liberatory project in all its depth.
We can either passively continue on the road to utter domestication and destruction or turn in the direction of joyful upheaval, passionate and feral embrace of wildness and life that aims at dancing on the ruins of clocks, computers and that failure of imagination and will called work. Can we justify our lives by anything less than such a politics of rage and dreams?
Everyone can feel the nothingness, the void, just beneath the surface of everyday routines and securities.
If we once and for so long lived in balance with nature and each other, we should be able to do so again. The catastrophe that's overtaking us has deep roots, but our previous state of natural anarchy reaches much further into our shared history.
The more the society becomes a technological society, the less it has to hold itself together.
Judge me all you want, just keep the verdict to yourself.
We give each other a wide berth even if we have the flu, let alone. . . So, I think that's part of the stigma that people who have diseases suffer. It's almost infectious. . . if somebody is closer to death, they're almost a bad omen and I think that's terrible.
I did the rock 'n roll-pop cliche of getting burnt out. I'm not the first person that happened to, and I'm sure I won't be the last.
One of the great and terrible things about starting a start up is that you get no credit for trying.