I am getting the impression that this whole “post-modern pastiche” thing is not truly post-modern, but rather at the edge of post-modernity, and fighting backwards.
It is as if society is staring into void, inevitably being seduced and seducing, being becoming and becoming, and grasping onto anything and everything that is behind it in a vain attempt to fight nihilism. Furnishing “the desert of the real” with false illusions, that proclaim their illusory nature as the truth of themselves: “There is nothing – I am nothing”.
To overcome nihilism, to become post-nothing, is to overcome the concepts of history, of appropriation, of distillation.
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