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 a particularly black vision into the future, the Motion for Black Lives road uprising of the late spring thought like their wondrous opposite—another where systems were responding to and being structured by the events on the ground, rather than these functions being organized by and designed to the needs of the platforms. This is something value our time and loyalty, something which surpassed our compulsion to create, anything that—for a moment, at least—the Twittering Device could not swallow.

Perhaps not so it was not trying. As persons in the streets toppled statues and fought police, people on the platforms modified and refashioned the uprising from a road action to a subject for the use and reflection of the Twittering Machine. The thing that was occurring off-line must be accounted for, explained, evaluated, and processed. Didactic story-lectures and pictures of well stocked antiracist bookshelves seemed on Instagram. On Twitter, the usual pundits and pedants jumped up challenging explanations for each motto and justifications for each action. In these issue trolls and reply people, Seymour's chronophage was literalized. The cultural industry doesn't just eat our time with countless stimulus and algorithmic scrolling; it eats our time by producing and selling people who exist simply to be explained to, individuals to whom the entire world has been made anew every morning, persons for whom every resolved sociological, clinical, and political debate of modernity must certanly be rehashed, rewritten, and re-accounted, this time around using their participation.

These individuals, making use of their just-asking questions and vapid open words, are dullards and bores, pettifoggers and casuists, cowards and dissemblers, time-wasters of the worst sort. But Seymour's guide suggests something worse about people, their Twitter and Facebook interlocutors: That we need to spend our time. That, nevertheless much we may protest, we discover satisfaction in endless, round argument. That individuals get some type of pleasure from monotonous debates about "free speech" and "cancel culture." That people find oblivion in discourse. In the machine-flow atemporality of social media marketing, that appears like no great crime. If time is an endless reference, why don't you spend several decades of it with a couple New York Times op-ed columnists, rebuilding all of European believed from first rules? But political and financial and immunological crises pack on one another in series, over the backdrop roar of ecological collapse. Time isn't infinite. None of us are able to pay what is left of it dallying with the ridiculous and bland."


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