.dn fil lk hldg bk no mo, fk dat sht, lif s sho.
Fear and timidity and being scared of “what people think” kills art and leaves its corpse rotting inside you.
Maye that shit was adaptive back when they burned witches and prelates could rape and rob with impunity (yes, I know that these things still happen… and humans seem to be as rapacious as ever… but bear with me).
Our technologies of communication (arguably not only our first, but our defining, achievement as a species) are evolving in unprecedented ways, smashing boundaries and accelerating the pace of globalization – which almost seems a quaint term anymore, incapable of encompassing the magnitude of what’s going on.
OF COURSE creativity and novel technologies tend to effloresce explosively from time to time, and have throughout human history. But when has the pace of information transfer, the intensity verging on boundlessness of our connectivity, ever been even remotely like it is now?
Atlantis, perhaps? Long ago, on another planet, or in a parallel universe, or maybe when we all die…?
In any case, the unprecedented (to those of us who live in this place at this time) level of self-display and “openness” engendered by our evolving relationship with tech, not to mention its ever-closer absorption into our bodies, the increasingly disembodied (pan-bodied?), fluid nature of identity… it all gives me delicious shivers…. and makes me think that trying to project a stable identity intended to pacify others while providing cover for my own piddling agendas is outdated.