of Going the media social psychoanalytic death A reading and Postal: drive

"If the punchy, claustrophobic anti-sociality of programs in early lockdown suggested a really black vision into the future, the Action for Black Lives block uprising of the late spring believed like its joyous opposite—another in which programs were answering and being structured by the functions on a lawn, rather than those activities being organized by and shaped to the demands of the platforms. This was something price our time and commitment, something that surpassed our compulsion to create, anything that—for a moment, at least—the Twittering Unit couldn't swallow.

Perhaps not so it wasn't trying. As persons in the roads toppled statues and fought police, persons on the systems modified and refashioned the uprising from a street action to an item for the use and expression of the Twittering Machine. What was occurring off-line must be accounted for, described, judged, and processed. Didactic story-lectures and photographs of effectively stored antiracist bookshelves appeared on Instagram. On Twitter, the usual pundits and pedants jumped up challenging details for each and every mantra and justifications for every action. In these concern trolls and answer guys, Seymour's chronophage was literalized. The cultural business doesn't just consume our time with endless stimulus and algorithmic scrolling; it eats our time by making and marketing those who exist simply to be told, people to whom the entire world has been created anew each morning, people for whom every resolved sociological, scientific, and political controversy of modernity must be rehashed, rewritten, and re-accounted, this time using their participation.

These individuals, using their just-asking questions and vapid start words, are dullards and bores, pettifoggers and casuists, cowards and dissemblers, time-wasters of the worst sort. But Seymour's book suggests anything worse about people, their Facebook and Facebook interlocutors: That we want to spend our time. That, nevertheless much we might protest, we discover satisfaction in endless, circular argument. That individuals get some sort of satisfaction from monotonous debates about "free speech" and "cancel culture." That individuals seek oblivion in discourse. In the machine-flow atemporality of social media, this appears like no good crime. If time is an infinite source, why don't you invest a few decades of it with a couple New York Situations op-ed columnists, repairing each of European believed from first rules? But political and financial and immunological crises pile on each other in succession, around the backdrop roar of ecological collapse. Time isn't infinite. Nothing of us can afford to pay what is left of it dallying with the foolish and bland."

of Going the media social psychoanalytic death A reading and Postal: drive

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