Writer's Diary
6/24/26
The 19th century was a century of sea and sea technology, the 20th century of air and air technology, presumably of space, which is like a second sea.
Despite myself, I keep writing.
Once you become a symbol to lurkers on the internet, then any amount of cruelty can be inflicted on you because you’re no longer human, you’re a symbol. And the sacrificial machinery exists specifically to make sure you don’t become too human again.
As for the operators of the machine, they’ve convinced themselves that it’s necessary, not a choice to turn the crank. But the truth is none of these subject positions are necessary. Everyone can dust themselves off and shake hands and operate differently today or tomorrow (though they rarely do).
Getting out of the spectacle though seems like getting out of the labyrinth. I feel like it’s easy to squander energy looking for exits; there’s just a hidden door right next to you, right there. It’s just a matter of opening it.