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Not all conscious cognitive activity deserves the name of ‘thinking’; thinking — valorized — is something much more than verbalized anxieties, drifting ideal icebergs, spurious noise (music is not any sound). ‘Our thoughts’ are often mechanized loops, incessant feedback produced by the stimulus of external sources. ‘Having too many thoughts’ does not ensure that we sifting, peeling-away, weighing, synthesizing, inventing.
Our mode of consciousness — our being — lacks a history: awareness of where it came from. We perpetually renew ourselves — and know ourselves — in the moment… but not the moment of enlightenment: the moment produced by our electronic network (our cyborg Internet brain).
I’ve noticed that it seems as if the epidemic wants our attention — even if we’re at home, secure. Life under quarantine is entirely externalized: we’re consumed with what’s being said about the virus, even though, rationally speaking, there can’t really — not really — be that much new information every day. When Covid is gone, we’ll scarcely know who we are; we certainly aren’t using this period of hibernation to better understand ourselves.
