Yes, it is attraction and anger, a superfluous nightmare in the antechamber of a technocratic hell.
It’s the non-showing of a rapid eucharist of objects and consumptions. Paints the body as a whole metropolis inhabited by infinite “ourselves”, with streets and buildings made of bones, flesh, lust and rust.
At the edge of this “civilization”, imaginary ideograms burn like scaldings, rousing a desired (and already experienced) violence.
If this cruelty is more than a refined re-presentation, are we the involuntary guardians of our own fetishism towards “progress”? Or are we magnifying glasses that mystify, enlarging them, devastated sections of our living organisms and digital extensions?
The answer is: the mechanical apocalypse is yesterday.
Today, for the death or the latest smartphone model, there’s nothing else to do but lie down.
Tetsuo: The Iron Man is a 1989 movie by Shinya Tsukamoto.
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