what is the internet dreaming of transparency transparency is the order of the phoenixtransparency is honestytransparency is kindness to perceive is to suffer anyone can obtain anythingunveiledexposed by the apparatusescollective global feedback transparencies as users interacting with other transparencies as promptersthrough other in-between transparenciesthis is another way to describe hyperhistoryas a stage of human development transparencythe dark side of the moona lack of mysteryshadow and nuance behind the apparent accessibility of knowledgelies the disappearance ofconfidentialityhomogenizationthe collapse of trust the anxiety to accumulate ever more informationdoes not necessarily producemore knowledge or faith technology createsthe illusion of total containmentand the constant monitoring of informationbut what we lack is an adequate interpretation of the information transparency is a false idealit rewrites contemporary mythologyand manages mistrust modus operandi voyeurismenactment of autobiographical narrationgenesis of artistic reflection our competitiveservice-oriented societiesare taking their toll on the late-modern dividuals rather than improving lifemultitaskinguser-friendly technologythe culture of convenienceare producing disorders that range fromdepressionto attention deficit disorderto borderline personality disorder a spreading malaisethe inability to manage negative experiencesexcessive positivitythe universal availability of people and goods denouncing a worldevery against-the-grain response can lead to further disempowermentsacrificing intermittent intellectual reflection for constant neural connection the dark side of transparencybecomes the false friend of misguided empathynobody said it would be easynobody gives you guaranteesthere is no such thing as a false friend empathy emergespurposefully triggered as a special effecta sociopathic body-spirit correlation it is the same form of empathythat today haunts the social mediawherein human proximityand temporal removeare depicted simultaneouslyand where we are caused to deem everything personalor at least to understand everythingas though via the self i don’t feel myselfthe body cries the tears of bloodi bleed therefore i am do you wanna hear about the first time i self-harmedit felt like being somewhat sedatedthose were definitely the deepest ones that i have done there is a way to alleviate thoughtsauthenticity is a production strategythe ego is subjected to the compulsionto produce itself permanentlyas an entrepreneur of itselfif this does not workuse the razor blade the other disappearsthe boundary between the self and the other blursthe self diffuses a stable self arises only in the face of the otheron the other handthe excessivethe narcissistic self-dress creates a feeling of emptinessthe ego drowns in the self homo s@pien the ego is the entrepreneur of its ownits task is to constantly question itselflisteningwatchingbesiegingconstant blameconstant graving i am plagued by diffuse fearsfear of failingfear of failurefear of being suspendedfear of making mistakes or making wrong decisionsfear of not meeting my own demandsi am ashamed of my own inadequacy i am dependent on otherson their authority of recognitionthose who lovepraiseacknowledgeand disdain megratification crisis friendship is a relationship to the otherwhich stabilizes and fulfills the egofriendship is magic the friends in social media lack the negativity of the otherthey form an applauding massthey eradicate their otherness through every like that has been clicked if the other disappearsthe ego falls into an abyssthe relationship to one's own body is obviously disturbedencapsulation pathos i am insidei am moribundit is what you wanttorpiditybut i sighwhat if we were alive i touch myselfbut i am only feeling myself through the touch of the other i am cultivating my bodyinstead of living in ithow can i feelmy skin should crack and peelinfraction anxiety every form of injury is avoidedfalling in love is an injurydo not riskfear the loss that hurtsinterface affinity it is amazing how once the mind is free of emotional pollutionslogic and clarity emerge wounds are only on the back side of the selfie communication is sleekas is my cat's furvery soft and sleekexchange of favorspure positivity i wanna stay inside all dayi want the world to go awayi want bloodgutsand chocolate cakei wanna be a real fake negative feelings like grief are denied any languageany expressionbut love without injury is not conceivableit overlaps and wounds us the other as a source of injury is avoidedthe rejected injury however returns againin self-injurieswhich can be controlledcommunication hyper-smoothness today's culture of performance and optimizationdoes not allow any work on conflictsbecause it is time-intensive the wasted yearsthe wasted youththe pretty liesthe ugly truthand the day has come where i have diedonly to findi have come alive today's subject of performance knows only two statesfunctioning or failureit resembles machinesmachinery knows no conflicteither it works perfectly or it is broken conflicts however create relationships and identitiesthe person grows and matures when working on conflictsthe seductive feature of cutting is that it rapidly reduces destructive tensionswithout the time-consuming work on the conflict wounded is the deer that leaps the highestmy woundit cuts so deepturn off the light and let me pull the plug do not unplug meor just shut me down vulnerability is not good or badit is neither what we would call a dark emotionnor always some light and positive experience cut me a slice of the apple that i grewmy work is validi cannot prove it but i know vulnerability is the core of all emotions and feelingsto feel is to be vulnerableto believe vulnerability is weaknessis to believe that feelings are weakness to foreclose on our emotional lifeout of fear that the costs will be too highis to walk awayfrom the very thing that gives purpose and meaning to life if we want greater clarity in our purposedeeper and more meaningful spiritual livesvulnerability is the path selfies are smooth surfacesthey push the empty self into a beautiful light for a short timebut when they are turned aroundthe backs are covered with woundswhich bleed carved from the same treemade of the same stuffi could not even bluff the push of a buttonwhich makes the bomb go upwould be the pressure on the camera triggerhere the imagination reigns because the realitywhich consists of discrimination and hopelessnessis no longer worth living so that’s why i am such a big fan of storytellingi think the most important thing is empathyand it is less about those peoplebecause i think we’re all those people no one cares how much you knowuntil they know how much you care the truth israrely can a response make something betterwhat makes something better is connection multitasking is commonplace among wild animalsit is an attentive techniqueindispensable for survival in the wilderness i not only think that we will tamper with mother naturei think mother wants us to she staresthat's the first thing you notice about hershe tilts her head back with that sly suspicious smileand she stares for a long time and as she continues to stareyou realize that she sees youand that like a high powered scanning machineshe is recording you she is an observer and a thiefshe revealswhat she has stolenon that sacred placewhich is the screen her artistry reminds us of the impact of what it means to be an artistwhich is to make us feel less alone you make me proud to be an artistyou make me feel that what i have in memy bodymy facemy ageis enoughyou encapsulate greatness la société de la fatigue afterthoughts alluringwhat use was time to those who'd soon achieve digital immortality i have a deep nostalgia for the future ask anyone who’s transgenderthey’ll tell you they’re trapped in the wrong bodybut mei’m trapped in the wrong bodybecause i’m trapped in a bodyall bodies are the wrong body when i look back on my lifeit’s not that i don’t want to see things exactly as they happenedit’s just that i prefer to remember them in an artistic wayand truthfully the lie of it all is much more honest because i invented itit’s not that i have been dishonestit’s just that i loathe reality we blow the past a kissour last blush of artifice as performersbefore this future we are flirting with becomes terribly and totally realand we then begin to occupy reality to be what you want to beis not this the essence of being humani want to be a squirrela squirrel that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree our bodies would become incorruptibleimmune to disease and decayand we would acquire knowledge by uploading it to our brains nanotechnology would allow us to remake earth into a terrestrial paradiseand then we would migrate to spaceterraforming other planets the potion would make humans immortal and uncorruptedgranting them the four dowries that would infuse the resurrected bodiesclaritas (luminosity)agilitas (travel at the speed of thought)subtilitas (the ability to pass through physical matter)impassibilitas (strength and freedom from suffering) i expect to see the coming decadestransforming the planet into an art formthe new human beinglinked in a cosmic harmonythat transcends time and space there's ice in my waterand when i drinkit cuts my tonguethere's glass on the playgroundthat cuts my skin when i run sensuously caressing and moldingand patterning every facet of the terrestrial artifactas if it were a work of art and from the darkinto the lighti saw a star burst into lifeand in the corner of your eyei saw a dream that never died human kind itself will become an organic art formto be born in this age is a precious gifti regret the prospect of my own deaththe story begins only when the book closes the internetdreams of its own forgetfulnessfluctuating bundles of constantly self-renewing elementsi am never coming back herethere is only one way --- script draft for upcoming video project