Diary of a Plague Year

Fake fears have obscured real needs. The need to protect oneself from Covid at all costs has muted the will to live.

Civilization puts a lid on our cruelest tendencies, but the steam just hisses out the sides.

I look at the year ahead and I think: that is just time I will eventually waste. A distraction society makes us indifferent to the future; all we see is our own addiction, replicated ad infinitum.

A form of life produces its own language, its own semiotics. The state of exception produces a language of exception, which the state then…