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Maybe it’s because I used to shower outside the kitchen window with no curtain, but I feel like privacy is a myth. You’re constantly leaking data into the universe.
You can’t move without rippling the air and light around you. You can’t survive without a constant flow of water and nutrients through your organs. By perceiving anything at all, you radiate brain waves with information about what you’re sensing! A person has no interior.
This makes sense. You might want certain things to leak more slowly, so their reach is smaller at any given point. And there’s some sort of amnestic decay in the equation too. https://x.com/LastNPCAlex/status/1615749171629391872?t=7QSK7vWzTeyrFmTYUqhNOw&s=19
What is the opposite of privacy? The opposite of forgetting? We live in a world defined by viral influence and memetic panics. The struggle of our time is to define the line between the individual and the collective. 👹🦸🎭
The mask is the symbol of this boundary as it is constructed. This is why it became such a flashpoint 😷 during the pandemic, as social contagion neurosis combined with the culture war industry to create never-before-seen levels of profitable rage. But also: superheroification.
The superhero is the combination of brand and person. The godlike powers of the corporation represented in a person with their own logo. And with a secret identity: a human face, with human flaws, human concerns, human weaknesses. Sound familiar, anon?
Everybody wants to be Batman, or the Joker, or at least the Riddler. Nobody wants to be Edward Nigma.
