My wound existed before me;
I was born to embody it.
[M]elancholy persons manifest a strange memory: everything has gone by…there is no future…
thesubversiveform:

Pelin Tan & Anton Vidokle (2012) ‘2084’
"It’s 2084. Money has been abolished and people exchange information products as tokens of exchange. States have become ungovernable and borders have been redrawn by powerful individuals. Art has fully colonized life and every aspect of daily existence has become aesthetic. What used to be museums have now become data centers. Being is perpetual self-design. No one has a profession. There is no more work. A group of people may meet in a city that was once called Berlin, and there they will discuss the possibilities for independent cultural production…"

thesubversiveform:

Pelin Tan & Anton Vidokle (2012) ‘2084’

"It’s 2084. Money has been abolished and people exchange information products as tokens of exchange. States have become ungovernable and borders have been redrawn by powerful individuals. Art has fully colonized life and every aspect of daily existence has become aesthetic. What used to be museums have now become data centers. Being is perpetual self-design. No one has a profession. There is no more work. A group of people may meet in a city that was once called Berlin, and there they will discuss the possibilities for independent cultural production…"

He will be least afraid of becoming nothing in death who has recognized that he is already nothing now.

sedimentarysyndicalist:

The working class is a complex group of economically dominated people, from racists to nonwhite people, to women and misogynists to radfems to liberals.
Not everyone you hate is petit bourgeois. And frankly, when we end up (finally) throwing bricks at cops, I’m not concerned about if the person next to me uses cuss words.

Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups… So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing.