Discarded documents. KPI statut: Informative. Tone: Multiontological.
Narrator: That conclusion, is to some extent an exaggeration, the author of this book, all of the authors that exist in one psyche, are doing their best to build congruence, a sense of continuity, identity, that makes the sum of the insight, the analogical plays, the cosmopolite ventriloquist,, somewhat digestible through language. This is not quite yet, the real conclusion, you will find it later in the book. This book wasn’t made in any chronological order either. The author, apparently part of an independent intelligence agency, lost his file about his wearabout, so each chapter represents a fragment of his notes, his liminal thinking that happened in between commune, convictions, games of languages, tentative to build meaning to build bridges. Some chapters will even repeat the same idea, but through a different language pattern, as if the author was under a different kind of binding spell, an alternative schizoapparatus, melodic attunement, ventriloquist of another spirit, or ka, or daemon. I hope you understand. We will do our best to keep the language as alive as possible, as artfully close to its intuitive envisioning, and as such we will reduce the budget on vulgarisation. If you can’t keep up, if its memetically challenging, feel free to kill yourself, and never open that book again. I will admit, I am not the most benevolent narrator, I am an artifice too of the authors so-called “imagination”, I gather my existence due to the existence of the many artefacts of archives, memories, and collected production that already exist, and attitudes. You could say I am the perpetuation of a ghostly commentative orthodoxy. So you will deal with it. Beside that conclusion, that i don’t particularly like, did not even mention the risible network theme, or try to explain it. That's the title of the book, it has to be important no? But the author was interrupted, so let’s give him another chance to explain.
Do not expect enlightenment. Expect golden nuggets, notes, paraphrases, shoutouts to my dog. Expect the slow collapse of your attention span and the sudden return of appetite.
[Schizoapparatus? — KPI: Manageable sense of self]
Why the devouring mom falls sick and other. “The story started in an ordinary fashion. An helicopter mom, that is a flying parasite, that doesn’t have anything going for her, decided in her animal, and blind instinct, to instigate the seduction, expand her kingdom of the unsuspecting young boy. This story as old as hell, placed our little boy in the condition promptly described as emotional incest. A permanent violation of space, that makes the little boy a little weirdo, a sex freak, or a asexual, a diverted, a constrained. The mom's energy atmosphere stimulates his little cells, synchronizing them to her sickening rhythm codépendantly. The magical rhythm knew how and when, the mom should just intrude his privacy(don’t watch porn!) or when to fall sick(please go take out the trash!). That occult rhythm just kept in check most of his possibility of escape, as if an invisible tread made sure that boy could not go too far. The spiderweb, went so far to manipulate the field of possibility to create so repetitive situation: boy shout out against his mom, boy parentify, mom push his button and put him in boy mode again, body acts out, masquerade continue. The strange daemon of this whole situation, appears again as sort of archetype of ████████. It’s specific possession that seems to be simultaneously a biochemical, sociological, psychological phenomenon, which ties all of its players in a ritual macabre dance. A risible dance if you want.
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Architectural hypothesis circulating without institutional backing. Domestic life proposed as a sealed environmental interface.
[file classification contested — dismissed as design fiction by reviewers]
The Ambassador is a multi provincial, intelligent agent that seeks to expand the current intelligence of different networks, nodes, and communities, by bringing forth ideas, concepts, and theories that come from other spheres. The purpose is the good old neguentropia: we need fresh air, the non indulgent circular talk from the same old figure and ideas over again, shaken by the new. In short this is bringing cultural capital to a new place. We believe that in order for the game of culture, existence to remain active, it require interaction with other universe, scenus, discourse network, that allow intelligently through the ability of “cross-language” to bridge what is usually unabridged. By pioneering the function of the ambassador, I am casting upon the form of a new type of intellectuality. Up until now, the coining of the world of intellectual, made by Saint simon, was referring to this public agent, in the public space, with great reference and academic pedigree able to provide for other, in a tradition seen later as positivism and social logic, a vision, an ideology in how things should be. That intelligentsia became a class of informationalist galvanizer that worked to be the sense making, the google giving glasses for the eyes of the not yet fascinated. Thanks to the hierarchical competition, concentration of networks, and prestige given to this new elite functionary, the model of the The ambassador is the prototype of a caste of intellectuality that work in the intersubjective worlds where the desein lies in virtualities and intensities that are mediated through interactive media. This is the “intelligentsia” of the interactive age, as the one who deliberately offer vision through an complex ability to distinguish from different space, the axiom in place, their own phenomenon narration through the actual, intertwined inner game reference, and all those effort in convergence of building higher level of interactivity, intense virtualisation of potentiality. The traditional archive of literature gave us a tradition of denouncer, pamphlet, elegiac romantic, our new archive will be instrumentally used for monadopoetics, that is the grasping of intense virtualities within the commune and the provinces. This new intellectual function is deliberately particular, it does not seek universality, nor broad engagement. Its circulation remains akin to a sort of white paper, specific instruction material, that is passed on to people that are directly concerned by its en-intensifying properties. The prerequisite to act at this class, require a willingness to seek recognition within the waves of self emerging titles, multi provincial speaking engagements, in short an almost organic tribal system of reference. Even if most information is public on the internet, this access is not: people come from different backgrounds, carrying different cultural capital, and neurological entrainement which may make them unable to read, understand, and transform all information. As even their own motivation perpetuates the general orientation of their peer group, their “search” of information will follow an interactional determinism of only truly seeking what they think brings gratification. The early incarnation of this caste will have to deal with non recognition of the role, until its memetic imprint becomes a recurring value contribution and surpasses the importance of the traditional games of respect and medals of prestige If as an embryo the ambassador is first seen as the multi provincial, niche observer, traveler of paradigm, this role is still only a minor function of a broader function of intelligence creation and identity fortification. It could be within a chain of active curator, AI, and other processes that help mapping out the emerging intensities and the possibility of games that are available. This prepares our cybersapiens to a new form of futility that is the voluntary role embodiment within multiple niches as a for fun, for real, process of history making. If the concept of the ambassador proved to be a futility, it would have still existed as a real occurrence, a temporary frenzy of a broader idea, yet to be born, that will perform similar fascination. Its preeminence will lie in the perseverance of the architects of fascination, that is the writer, groups, and new intellectuals that decide to make it work. As all worlds exist for themselves, and have their own harmonic dialectic, this concept is not gonna work because it is true, nor false, but because his design is successful, that is to enter through the structure of the psyche as an enduring recurring nodes of thinking. As such, to the surprise of the old tradition of kulturkritic no criticism can be made for that concept. It will exist The spirit of critique, the one of de-fascination from the text, is the spirit of the literati of the first alphabetized men. This is the spirit that claim distance and de-fascination from text. The spirit that I want to bring forward, the kunic gesture of sovereignty, the restored ludobody that play again with reality without affected posture without affection. The spirit of play is the one that say that the world have their own harmony within themselves ████████████████████
[prescient but surpassed]
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