A few years ago I did my first art exhibition together with my daughter, when she was just agout 7 years old. It was a performative stunt. The act of comming out. And somehow, it worked. It was a way of doing something through the membrane of what was feasible to do. It wasn’t my best work, but it was a step forward.
It was not enough, though.
I didn’t actually come out. I was still waiting for the artist to come through, and the actions that this specific performance required, also required some other engagement with the work itself. And it wasn’t there. I didn’t follow through. It’s part of my cross. And I still carry it.
Nonetheless, the act is still an inspiration to what’s supposed to happen next. I’m still waiting for the artist, in the same way I was back then, and have kept creating worlds around the capacity to do so, while now the new worlds are being created by AI that is taking from our humanity our capacity to build stuff from within.
We are running out of time, and the machines are learning so that the guys behind it can rule over the entire deck of cards we are meant to play. Total control to the few capitalist that have funded the man in charge of the nuclear bombs and the policing around the world, as he’s bullyed western allies and aligned the whole machosphere into the first line of defence. The US has spilled out with the bible in one hand and the stupid red hat on their head, a new prophet who’s building what he’s been dealing in the world of bussy bussinessmen on broker street, the short run, the high-roller’s trick, all for the instant click of shameless immediate reward so they can feel inmense, bigger than life, morons chasing bucks. Just for them. For the ride of the powered macho king. The all mighthy emperor. Just as the empire secretely declines as other’s have in the past.
Machodom is still there. They are on to something. And they want it now. They’ve thrown away the masks. And parade the streets of shameless armed-brigades. It’s all too similar. It’s all there in the history books. It’s all there in their own handbooks. They are just saying: let’s finish the homework. And they are out to set out a global surveillance infrastructure that keeps armed budgets out of hand, as they keep pushing the boundaries of stability, to provoke innecesary wars in imaginary scenarios, always built on top of the fear of some new-old threat. It’s not masked, it’s out on the open, yet we’ve felt numb as the multiple inputs have made us still, unconnected to what’s real and what is not. We so overwhelmed, we’ve let them toy around with our fooled governments, and we too feel alone, a minisculized, in the perception of our lonely human spirit within the myriad of artificial voices filling up the noise around us, and baking up the havok these fools have dreamt about as it’s been hamelined through their brains with subtle flute of mirrowing their fears onto a Homer-like world.
You know what Homer.