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

"If the punchy, claustrophobic anti-sociality of tools in the first lockdown suggested an especially black perspective into the future, the Action for Black Lives street uprising of the late spring believed like its wondrous opposite—a future where systems were giving an answer to and being organized by the activities on a lawn, rather than these events being organized by and shaped to the demands of the platforms. This is anything value our time and commitment, something which surpassed our compulsion to create, something that—for a minute, at least—the Twittering Machine couldn't swallow.

Perhaps not so it was not trying. As people in the roads toppled statues and fought authorities, persons on the platforms modified and refashioned the uprising from a street motion to a subject for the usage and representation of the Twittering Machine. The thing that was happening off-line must be accounted for, identified, judged, and processed. Didactic story-lectures and photos of well stored antiracist bookshelves appeared on Instagram. On Facebook, the usual pundits and pedants jumped up challenging explanations for every single mantra and justifications for every single action. In these matter trolls and response guys, Seymour's chronophage was literalized. The social industry does not just consume our time with endless stimulus and algorithmic scrolling; it eats our time by creating and selling individuals who exist and then be told, people to whom the entire world has been created anew each morning, people for whom every resolved sociological, medical, and political debate of modernity should be rehashed, rewritten, and re-accounted, this time using their participation.

These folks, using their just-asking questions and vapid start letters, are dullards and bores, pettifoggers and casuists, cowards and dissemblers, time-wasters of the worst sort. But Seymour's guide suggests something worse about us, their Facebook and Facebook interlocutors: That we want to spend our time. That, but much we might complain, we find satisfaction in countless, rounded argument. That individuals get some type of achievement from monotonous debates about "free speech" and "cancel culture." That individuals find oblivion in discourse. In the machine-flow atemporality of social networking, this seems like number great crime. If time is an endless resource, you will want to spend a few years of it with a couple New York Instances op-ed columnists, restoring each of European believed from first maxims? But political and financial and immunological crises pack on one another in succession, over the back ground roar of ecological collapse. Time is not infinite. None of us are able to afford to invest what's remaining of it dallying with the ridiculous and bland."

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