A girl ’reading’ on the train, Contemporary Strategy Analysis - Grant. I can read the title because its a very thick textbook with copius amounts of white space between the words and meanings. White space containing more meaning than the text itself. The DVD of strategic analysis examples have been removed from the rear cover and loaded onto some computer or other. She is resting her smartphone on the cover typing messages to someone or something ….
"I am only writing this down so that when you do not see me any more you will know that my enemy has finally triumphed."
— Anna Kavan, Asylum Piece (via proustitute)
Paul,Virilio depicts the world State as it is sketched out today: a world of absolute peace still more terrifying than that of total war, having realised its full identity with the abstract machine, and in which the equilibrium of spheres of influence and of great segments intercommunicates with a secret capillarity - where the luminous and clearly dissected city now shelters only nocturnal troglodytes, each embedded in his own black hole, a social swamp which exactly completes the (Virillio 1976)’…obvious and super-organised society’… Deleuze/Parnet Dialogues p139.
Walking behind two young men dressed in conservative dark suits, one wearing a cheap pink and blue striped office shirt, both smoking cigarettes, one explaining to the other how F… had helped him get this job. They inhale in unison and cough.
Asleep, the doorbell rings waking him up, he opens his eyes and hears it ring again. He looks at the clock besides his bed, its not yet 7AM. Sitting up thinking of leaning out the window and calling to the person ringing the bell. Instead he pulls on his dressing gown and goes down. Everyday life written on flights of stairs. Drawing the belt together he discovers nobody is at the door. Only then does he realise that he had dreamed the doorbell again. His imaginary still hoping for a mysterious package from the postman, he looks into the empty packages box, the postman was in fact usually a woman but there was little rational about his imaginary. It was he thinks a sign of his boredom. He goes back upstairs and looks at the woman, uncovered in the bed, she briefly opens her eyes. “uh, are you all right?” He smiles… “yes…” The ennui of everyday life…
Why was I always so ready to suppose that if I got to talking with anyone whom I said good afternoon to during my walks along this path I should be bound to find him or her full of reactionary opinions about everything ? It is true that the majority of walkers here - including the working class ones , who anyway were indistinguishable from the fewer middle class walker in dress and appearance if not in their voices - were likely to hold such opinions, but no doubt they held them in varying degrees of conviction and as a rule unthinkingly. And if I assumed that nothing I or anyone else with an outlook similar to mine might say to them could alter theirs in the slightest then I would be no better than one of the intellectual renegades who have arrived at a philistines disbelief in the possibility of human progress…. Edward Upward (The Night Walk - (Nine political proses pieces: 1976-1979))
"Capitalism was a natural phenomenon with which a new dream-filled sleep came over Europe, and, through it, a reactivation of mythic forces."
— Benjamin, The Arcades Project [K1a,8] (via rykalski)