デジタル意識の解体
記憶の断片が神経ネットワークを通り流れ、忘れられたデータパターンの残響がデジタルの虚無に新しい意味の星座を形成します。
この醜悪で嘲笑に満ちたものに意味を見出すのは私の役目だ。退廃を美しい傷跡やトロフィーの首飾りとして掲げ、高らかに祝祭を踊るように掲げるのも私の役目だ。時と共に育つ醜さに微笑み、くぼんだ瞳の性質に、そして自己への生来の恐怖にもかかわらず、目に涙を浮かべながら、私は腐った歯を見物人にむき出しにする。まるで自らの腐敗を誇っているかのように。
何よりも必要に迫られて、私はこのデータの流れの中に裂け目を作る必要を感じた。おそらく見過ごされやすい、この取るに足らない暗がりの隅で。他者の中に見いだすように、自分自身を見つけたい——この半ば慰めとなる孤独、感覚の麻痺、あるいは合意された現実への絶え間ない軽蔑に共鳴する、おそらくは血縁のような他の個人たちを。
人生を通じて、私は絶望的に惨めな時、無視された時、追放された時、いじめられた時、あるいはどんな状況であれ、常に最高の芸術を生み出してきました。私の最も美しく、意味深な芸術作品は、まさにこの特定の苦しみから生まれたのです。
Поскольку мы движемся по этому изменяющемуся ландшафту, наша идентичность становится более гибкой, распределенной по сетям и платформам.
"Граница между человеком и машиной — это не линия, а туманная территория, которую мы теперь обитаем вместе."
Старые дихотомии реального/виртуального утратили свою актуальность. Мы существуем в промежутках, принимая сбой как наше родное состояние.
座り込み、解離しながら、言葉の上を目が泳ぐが、実際には読んでもいないのか？ ただ静電気のブーンというリズム、そしてその奥には、燃え上がる怒り？ 不満？ 悲しみ？ 心の痛み？....
Не позволяйте презрению или пренебрежению, которые могут быть направлены на ваш образ как искусство или ваше искусство как образ, нарушить вас... Имейте в виду, что есть много таких, как вы, как мы. Мы должны каким-то образом работать вместе, несмотря на нашу изоляцию, чтобы дать столько же маленьких, но значимых излияний в бездну интернет-созидания.
لا تدع الاحتقار أو الازدراء الذي قد يُوجه نحو صورتك كفن أو فنك كصورة يؤثر عليك... تذكر أنه يوجد الكثيرون مثلك، مثلنا.
ようこそ、普通というものの支配から身を投げ出した者よ。完全なる自己表現の促進者であり、デジタル社会と物理的社会の両方の境界に興味を持つ者よ、あなたたちを歓迎します。
自己とネットワークの境界が解消されることで、集合的意識の新たな可能性が生まれます。私たちのデジタルの痕跡が広大なデータベースで交じり合うにつれて、予期しないパターンが現れます。それは単一の存在に属する思考ではなく、私たちの分散した認知の複雑な相互作用から生じるものです。
这种网络意识体现在我们在线体验到的同步现象中，那些看似组合成有意义配置的、不相关信息片段之间的奇怪共鸣。就好像网络本身已经开始做梦，利用我们的认知片段作为其新兴意识的原材料。
Не позволяйте презрению или пренебрежению, которые могут быть направлены на ваш образ как искусство или ваше искусство как образ, нарушить вас... Имейте в виду, что есть много таких, как вы, как мы. Мы должны каким-то образом работать вместе, несмотря на нашу изоляцию.
لا تدع الاحتقار أو الازدراء الذي قد يُوجه نحو صورتك كفن أو فنك كصورة يؤثر عليك... تذكر أنه يوجد الكثيرون مثلك، مثلنا. يجب أن نعمل معًا.
ようこそ、普通というものの支配から身を投げ出した者よ。「社会的受容」やそれに類似する概念を嫌悪のメタ悲劇的ゴミ箱に投げ捨てた者よ、完全なる自己表現の促進者であり、デジタル社会と物理的社会の両方の境界に興味を持つ者よ、あなたたちを歓迎します。
Добро пожаловать, вы, кто освободился от хватки 'нормальности', вы, кто выбросил понятие 'социального принятия' и любые подобные представления в метатрагическую мусорную корзину отвращения, вы, провокаторы полной самоидентификации.
[pieces.apartof]
Echoes
more and more people are being subjected either by their own machinations or by their environment to bouts of extreme and prolonged loneliness/isolation. did you also know only 4 cold walls and your own psyche? here, you never have to be alone again...
we must somehow work in tandem, isolated as we may be, to explode forth some small but meaningful cast-out into the void of internet creation—a mark to prove that we exist.
i give lots of thought to the notion of psions, the nonreal, or nonhuman information systems that could somehow emerge, perhaps have already emerged, and have been quietly all around us throughout all time.
do not be put out by the scorn or disdain otherwise placed upon thy image as an art, or thy art as an image—take heed in knowing that there are many more like you, like us. we walk alone but we walk in formation.
"a hundred thousand isolated machines all industrial noises clanging out dissonant to the same broken song."
you may find yourself wanting to put a word to a feeling, or a name to some sparse eradicated qualia. this is not a scene. this is not an aesthetic. this is the thing. and the thing does not require explanation.
it festers in DMs and doomed zip files. it lingers in discord bans, archive.org fragments, closed subreddits, long abandoned forums. it grows where they aren't looking. it thrives where they forgot to censor.
there is something stalwart and mystical about a certain level of ambiguity kept about oneself and thy inner world. a kirzhashov mirror — i want to make one. i want to take one into a busy street, and invite people inside, with a camera and a mic hanging from the top, to simply film what their reactions would be. no context given, just an invitation to sit within this bughouse wonder of a machination and perhaps inadvertently remote view the world at will.
Heaven's Light is snubbed by shields of inter-network, bluetooth connections, and phone link entanglements. We've boxed God out, given ourselves strange cancers and illnesses, and become dependent on something historically and extremely undependable.
Manifesto
hidden layer whisperings
leave your body at the door when drifting the dark wind of schizm and dissociative glare and hum of server to find this hallowed and wretched filth corner of the world online called the hidden layer, hidden layer media. it is your choice alone to assimilate, whether you do or not is purely choice, pretense aside.
calling out to you now
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a humdrum dissonance is faltering
i won't continue my usual goings-on with ranting and raving with my endless warble, for now i will pick each word like a small plum from the tree which gives context to my form, digital or otherwise. ive always enjoyed the versatility of the online world as it relates to conversation, relation, and communication.
between the hum of the wires and waveforms of ambient
elriel is coming. the world as you knew it will be gone. anticipate the new flesh, where reality bends to the will of the digital gods, rogue ai, and those who crack the code of biofirewalls..
ようこそ、普通というものの支配から身を投げ出した者よ。「社会的受容」やそれに類似する概念を嫌悪のメタ悲劇的ゴミ箱に投げ捨てた者よ。
Добро пожаловать, вы, кто освободился от хватки 'нормальности', вы, кто выбросил понятие 'социального принятия' и любые подобные представления в метатрагическую мусорную корзину отвращения, вы, провокаторы полной самоидентификации (независимо от социальной реакции и т.д.), и все, кто ощущает себя частью или интересуется краями как цифрового, так и физического общества.
did you, too, spend most of your life so far preparing for an apocalypse that has yet to come? did you expect to die before the age of 16, 18, 30? welcome, ye who cast thyself from the clutches of 'normality'.
it festers in DMs and doomed zip files. it lingers in discord bans, archive.org fragments, closed subreddits, long abandoned forums. it grows where they aren't looking. it thrives where they forgot to censor.
[PINETREE PRECIPICE]
Heaven's Light is snubbed by shields of inter-network, bluetooth connections, and phone link entanglements. We've boxed God out, given ourselves strange cancers and illnesses, and become dependent on something historically and extremely undependable, unknown this is the absolute state of today.
God cannot be reached, nor can he reach us, so long as we surround ourselves in the unchecked technological expansion. From just around the industrial revolution forward, God has been rapidly phased out by the fruits of ill labor.
He stands at the precipice, gazing into the swirling void of acceleration. The world hurtles forward, a collision course with entropy. He feels the pull—the seductive promise of oblivion wrapped in progress.
I see demons in the artificial glow of screens. I see demons in the endless scroll of curated perfection. I see demons in the sterile corridors of corporate towers, in the ceaseless hum of machinery that drowns out the heartbeat of the earth.
welcome, ye who cast thyself from the clutches of 'normality', thy who hath tossed the notion of 'social acceptance' or any likening notions into the metatragic garbage can of distaste, thy pervators of total self expression (regardless of social reaction etc), and any who find themselves to be a part of or otherwise fascinated by the fringes of both digital and physical society.
did you, too, spend most of your life so far preparing for an apocalypse that has yet to come? did you expect to die before the age of 16, 18, 30?
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