An Emotional Response to the Hyper Reality of Simulacrum ...
Words, words, words, everywhere and nowhere, without absolute definition except within each other, in an endless stream of misappropriated, misrepresentation. Meaning is lost in the abstracted cacophony of translated idiosyncratic noise, synchronically spilling into each cerebrum, distorting any inner identity, self-orientation and connection to the Earth, in the flush of post modernism.
Lost in the maze of simulated reality, we are the dysphoria of the vanquished, on the treadmill of a mechanistic, material and reductionist ideology, spiralling into a nightmare of technocratic totalitarianism, which engulfs all originality and creativity.
Have you not heard, the Universe is dead, without value, significance, creator or plan? It has abandoned us to our own devices, leaving us deficient and maladapted to the task of the imperialization of nature. The only answer we are told, is to create and ultimately merge with our machines, which shall liberate us from this stigma, releasing us from our own inadequate DNA, achieving what nature is apparently incapable of. For it too is fatally flawed, riven through with shoddy deficiencies, which do not serve the ideal of the nervous collective!
The monument of human intellect shall triumph to perfect the human condition and control the chaotic and indifferent natural world. Artificiality shall rule, where God, the absent landlord, and fallen saviour, failed to succeed.
Such is the coda of the pseudo-scientific ideology which the World has quietly slipped into, under the guise of civilisational progress. The order of Transhumanistic exactness, based upon socio-political logic, will correct the defective randomness, which pervades the broken mechanism. The hubris of rationalism, which knows no limits in its hegemonic supplantation of the real, with the precession of its simulacrum, which utterly deny anything before its scientific idealism and genetic miniaturisation.
All has become code, written in the mystique of the algorithmic binary, displayed upon the screen of the individual, who is but a hypnotised and indentured cog in the great device of human endeavour, bereft of individuality, personal rights and freewill.
Reality has become the hyperreal, a simulation without original, devoid of external meaning beyond its own image, doubled and redoubled, amplified and distended, swaying back and forth in unison to its own dissonant and corrupted ouroboros.
Within the ‘desert of the real,’ we are lulled into the enchanted marketplace, to buy back our own souls, which were inadvertently laundered in the spell of progress and consumerism, made unholy in the industrialisation of relativity. Indoctrinated into the fire of modernity, we implode into pixilated constructs of the atomistic society, choreographed to the demented miasma of mass media messaging, simplified and sensational soundbites, twisted tropes and mutilated memes.
Fake news and false flags and blatant propaganda, direct the indulgent horde towards objects of mass-formation, focusing free-floating anxiety, spilling over into mob action, riots, alienation, aggressive pogroms and war, against the unclean other and their dissident and dangerous perspectives.
Technocracy indemnifies the body politic against the fickleness of mortality and the uncouth, unpredictable, mutative gene. Entertainment and celeb are the high priest and priestess of the global village, replete with nothing other than the self-sustaining value of their own demonic referentiality.
The superfluous and the banal are lifted into an iridescent carnivalization, a deterrence machine, replete with the mediocrity of asinine and servile infantilism, which only serves to temporarily camouflage the hollow feeling of social isolation and personal worthlessness, felt by an anxious populous, awaiting instructions on what to believe, what to mistrust and how to comply with the needs of the many.
The dream is an artificial, utopian production, presented to the servile and sycophantic, for their grateful ingestion and edification. It vows that the apparatus of the state will run immaculately, correcting all human and natural defects, churning out simulation after simulation, image after image, copy after copy, brand after brand, in an endless cascade of meaningless corruption. These are industrially dispensed into the liberalised cultural complex, keeping us safe and subjugated, disconnecting us still further from our essence selves and our innate connection to a nature long forgotten and consigned to the digital waste bin.
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