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The Establishment. The Machine. The Human Being
A blast from the past.
This story is a missive from 2019. When I wrote it, I had no idea how crazy things were about to get.
It’s funny to think about it now, as we are approaching the second anniversary of the “rare but narrow window of opportunity to reflect, reimagine, and reset our world” (according to Klaus Schwab).
I wrote it on my first experimental Substack (which has since been completely abandoned in favor of this one, so there is nothing happening there; I started it in 2019 as a way of gradually writing a book about my life—but then 2020 happened, and writing a book about my life suddenly felt unimportant.)
But this morning, on day three of supposedly mostly withdrawn mandates in New York (what generosity lol), a scream wanted to come out—and I remembered my essay about a human being stuck inside the Machine. This dynamic is very much at play now—only in a very exaggerated way.
(Warning for the well-mannered people: the story uses some playful language and images. It was the peaceful time, remember? And as I am typing it, I am realizing that, wow, there used to be a time when the old normal was just, well normal—as wobbly as it was in 2019! On the one hand, I miss it badly: the ease of it, and being just an artist doing my art, as opposed to, you know, all those anti-totalitarian things that life compelled us to do post-2020. On the other hand, the past two years were strangely very useful, and I am a more balanced person now. Under the massive pressure from the Machine and the circumstance, I grew a spine I didn’t know I had, and I feel stronger, happier, and a lot more like myself. I totally despise the bullying and the censorship and the abusive Great Reset but I am confident that in the end, our spirits will prevail. Today’s representatives of the Machine, Klaus Schwab and whoever else, are flattering themselves assuming that they can control this world. They can’t. They won’t. A lot more people will be forced to grow spines, we’ll rise, fear and pain will fall off one day, and our love will melt their scams. That’s my prediction anyway.
Please click on the image to read the 2019 philosophical essay about my relationship with the Machine.
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