No, not the “narrative as science” post quite yet – although that is near and it will be huge. Promise.
Instead, just a quick word on how transgression has become so de rigueur.
Look around… and I mean virtually, as the wild west of real geography has rarely looked so bland.
The new pop stardom is to be found on transgressive behaviours with a benevolent heart.
Fair vandalism (vandalising public property in the name of a better environment)
Ethical listening (consuming music according to the musician’s beliefs and distribution models)
Participatory drama (the actual replacements of TV dramas are shared narratives in virtual environments. We suffer as we always did, but we can now dislocate and locate ourselves out of ourselves).
What brings all these together?
The idea of event.
This is where the money is at, this is where the money is to be made – symbolically, literally.


Fascinated at the moment by media as we may all be, it is worth stepping out for a second and observing from the outside. What we see is an insatiable craving for unmediated contact. And what is amazing about unmediation is it does not exclude taking photos or making videos – as a matter of fact, unmedia becomes more powerful and meaningful when it includes media.

So it was last Thursday, as LM and myself hosted Awarehouse of Why. What we had planned would be an experiment in bonding very quickly became an explosive, cathartic, collective celebration of bondage. Thirty-plus people celebrated humanity in multiple forms, surrounded by mechanical media, electric media, digital media -building bridges where bridges have been lying dormant.

 Images are pouring in now, and images and sound will soon make their way to the website in edited format. Editing should make sense, as long as it is about creating context for further unmediated forms to develop. 

In other words, if unmedia does not exclude media, the only  time when media does not exclude unmedia is when it is edited with the purpose of inclusion. We shall keep that in mind.

 I want to talk about narrative as the ultimate contemporary form of science, but time is unforgiving at the moment. It shall be the subject of the next entry. Soon.

Letting go by default. Letting go by excess.

Some people come to this world blessed with the ability to sail through without much care. Even when swamped with responsibility or overcome by fate, they maintain an inner balance and a joyful carelessness to which I keep imagining everyone aspires.

Then there’s the neurotic bunch.
These people work hard at having fun.

They only find peace in excess and extremes, in angst and anxiety. For them, life is a perpetual challenge, a constant need to prove oneself to oneself. Intellectually, they know it does not have to be like that, but to no avail: the call of inner conflict is so powerful and such an instinctive source of gratification, there is no real chance of change.

And then there’s all sorts of underlying narratives. A longing for acceptance. Discreet, diplomatic competitiveness. Strategies of deceipt. Unbearable asymetries. Constantly revisited thrills.

A fixation for small-town family types. The kind of interwoven thought that may lie dormant for decades – and when it finally emerges, out of the blue and most likely not in the most convenient or logical context, reality mutates into a brief rêverie right in front of our eyes.