Exit to the memories

Nothing continues with such a constancy if your heart is large enough

We live the crisis of imagination

(The restoration of the myth) If the new is not new, but only a state of variation, then modernity remains unfinished - as an empty reality.
The empty reality of our present. It is not the idea itself or the theory of a concept that is losing its credibility, but it is the increasingly visible structures and mechanisms that are trying with all their might to impose this idea or this theory as the only true and correct one. It is the violence of everything that makes us doubt. This present violence on the things, the nature and the violence on the human being.

The interests of power put themselves like a second skin over the attempts to explain the world. Each attempt of explanation turns out to be a tool of legitimation.
The category "new" is therefore an instrument of progress rather than a property of matter. There is already a separation between function and aesthetics.


Modernity invented the looser

Neil Postman said: "We're enjoying ourselves to death, but no one has really understood the problem. Today, the "shopping" generation has at least recognized that we have now consumed ourselves to death. But still, these certain social mechanisms continue to function: this entrenched game of production and commodity relations. They are our anthropological constants, and they have now turned out to be apocalyptic horsemen. But more:
So I live in a world that is, on the one hand, characterized by overconsumption, and on the other hand, increasing virtuality is displacing my reality. Do I live in a world of incoherence? Again: The world is disenchanted - don′t let this be true...