wrote this when i was 23, excavated today from old laptop.
posted here only as a time capsule of concepts that i remained uselessly obsessed with for the next 4(+) years. great.
The Modern Body: it’s an austere place where no cancers exist. Heightened immunities to, and integration of, daily toxins ensure this. We’re ensconced in several networks — forever, all at once, with implicit trust in its rewards. We are all equal currency; plasma for the gift economy. Organisms no longer propagate themselves endlessly, projecting microscopic garlands of entwined matter through generations. We are death-hybrids. Our women are barren: the ultimate, affective power of technology isolates us into asexuality. We are all, perpetually, in the mode of anti-cathecting. We scribe our own identities — not with actual content — but via typographic strategy. ‘I’ am now a linear feed, the script attached to my name; an ethic of self-sublimation is mere activity hinged on (within) a font. Every letter is a minute fulcrum upon which meaning rests. Rush of rapidly compressing plastic rains oceanic behind every transmission. (All transmission, even to and from oneself.)
Synchronous attractions: their operations use fixed time-intervals, controlled by the same clock. Relationships are based purely on convenience: no longer having to set my alarm early, according to his morning work-schedule. Greenwich has blurred and dissipated; one more crawling, inevitable obsolescence. There is one time and it can never be plotted. There are no new years.”