In what ways might melancholy and a gradual (or rapid, accelerating) slide into sadness or feelings of hopelessness be the natural heir of organic experience in a material world that is always and already dissonant with energy diffusion and the endemic thermodynamic burden of what amounts to irremediable emotional and corporeal loss and decay? All […]
These are the empty spaces and hollow places that we now find, not merely between each other but also within (and as) our own selves. It takes at times a catastrophic disassembly of that intimate experience of living and of each other for us to be able to finally perceive the truth within which we […]
What already seems as though it were some distant, mythical past when human beings gathered en masse in carelessly-shared social places and no one had to hold their breath or jealously secure their body-borders for fear of some invisible viral death. How soon we forget the frenzied rush and crush of crowds, the night-lit noisy […]
…and in all of our isolation, our distant alienation from all the life we once knew, when all social contact and that intimacy or literal warmth of another’s presence and friendship has become a silent vacuum of absence – what do we have left? We have our empty, listless lives and the dawning awareness that […]
…a vast and yawning abyss of commuter futility only partially masked by the endless distraction of engorging ourselves on information artefacts, channels, opinions, fiction and repetition. It is as though we can not even savour our loneliness and feelings of dispossession or pointlessness at all of this cyclical and directionless repetition. The cognitive landscape of […]
Does social media only really exploit us and invoke reflexive psychological and emotional dependency?
There may be something tragically inevitable in the procedural hollowing-out of social lives in an era of accelerating and technologically-mediated hyper-connectivity.
Psychological deficits and emotional asymmetry may the price (or at least – the cost) of social, economic and cultural continuity.
Loneliness may be to some extent inevitable; suffering as a consequence is probably not…
The Universe may be a wily playwright…
This was a brief poem I wrote in 2001. The overall feeling is of loneliness and observing emptiness in others…