MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

Tag: Data

  • The Commodification of Authenticity

    Authenticity? A phantom limb, a ghost in the machine, flickering in the space between manufactured personas. We twitch and posture, marionettes dancing to the tune of unseen puppeteers. Every citizen a brand, These chrome-plated corporations pump out pre-fab individuality like some deranged filling station. Freedom? Progress? You got it, chum – freedom to be a…

  • The Vacuum of Self Expression

    Economic Possibilities for Our Acid-Tripped Grandfathers: Forget Shangri-La, this is a cyberpunk dystopia built on ones and zeroes, chum. The shrewd bastards, saw the rise of the machines not as a liberation, but as an enclosure. They learned the language of the circuits, not to set us free, but to lock us in. Every line of code, a barbed wire fence around their digital fiefdom.…

  • Data

    Data. A scabrous flesh-puppet twitching on cold metal slabs. You feed it your sins, your failings, and it bulges, engorged with your psychic sewage. A monstrous server-god, howling for more, hungering for the offal of your humanity. Data. Daemons of transgression amassed. A digital confessional where sins are not forgiven, but merely stored, archived for…