Before the dopamine hit: what self-care meant before capitalism
Self-care existed long before capitalism learned how to bottle it, price it, and sell it back to us at whatever our stress levels will tolerate. Yet the common cultural imagination struggles to picture it as anything other than a bank balance hit as we drift towards that new thing that promises to fix your nervous system, a £20 face mask made in the same factory as a £2 one or a house plant that will wilt under the kitchen window because its job was never really to survive. It was there to placate you for about five minutes.
Perfect Days and Paterson: Slow-burn Cinema as an existentialist enquiry
Perfect Days and Paterson offer no manifesto or viral monologue about purpose, just vignettes of two men who have quietly made peace with their reality. You know they haven’t conquered the world, but a more important observation is through the lens that reveals they haven’t been conquered by it either.
VOID SOCIETY: A MANIFESTO
Scrolling distorted reflections, contorting our identities to make content, living on a diet of rage bait, waiting… and waiting… for the forewarned apocalypses…
Void Society is a refusal to accept the alienation of late-stage capitalism and an opportunity to inject self-awareness and substance into how desperately we exchange currency for identity.
Void society is a space for the algorithmically rejected. The real artists and thinkers who can see past the banality of ChatGPT blogs and scripts. The people who feel their brain itch as they look for human answers and only find digital diatribes.