Come As You Are

It's 2024. Hyperconnectivity has fractured any possibility of authenticity. Everyone is edgy. No one has any edge. Trends change at an ever dizzying pace; people rush to get in or to stand out. They all seek to position themselves uniquely, yet everything ends up being more and more alike.

A culture obsessed with vulgarity and sex, but still utterly sexless and devoid of Eros.

Information wants to be free, to replicate endlessly. After transmission, now the cost of production, too, tends to zero.

Gatekeeping is rent seeking on cultural capital you didn't produce. But now the memes of production have been set free. You will know no hidden gems and you will be happy.

Is your Cool a currency, or crushing debt? Too hip to move, just swaying side to side. Drink in one hand, Shazam in the other, a futile grasp for track ID. Let go of this relentless need to know and catch the vibe.

Your taste won't save you from the crushing emptiness of the human condition. Will you reject the veil of irony and come dance, or will you perish like a dog?

We've seen behind the curtain; we know the game is rigged, and still we choose to play. To engage. To create meaning in a world that insists on its meaninglessness.

The party's just getting started. And you're invited.