Apart from the pathetic title and not-so-sweet narrative of the content, there is so regarding our lives right now that is actually terrible. Ever since I have come across technosociologist Zeynep Tufekci and her take on the technological evil that has been causing the tremendously consistent apocalyptic weather around, Chomsky and George Orwell are coming back interjectionally (and that's not nice).
Let us talk of simpler things.If you're keeping a close watch as to how monopolies function, you'll be heading towards a politically nihilistic contextual discourse. What is even better is that you can forge (I repeat, forge) the same through channelisations that monopolise what you wanted to be a critique to the mechanism of monopolies. The police are everywhere - morally, sentimentally, sexually, politically, pragmatically and metaphysically spooling your brains out like intestinal muscles in a manner using which forensic experts almost always manage to look down at corpses as if they were simply a numerical endeavour.
Twilight is supposed to be the transitional area between day and night, between sensation and calculation but we who choose the latter are better at the game of thrones than nobodies who cling to the dominating side of fate. In between the paradigms shifting faster than the speed of light, we are beings trying to stay afloat, to pace up and not make things look derogatory. The problem is how every single dynamic makes the entire situation look like an introduction to a completely dystopic novel. With scarce forms of non-determinism being inculcated in the veins of the modern homo sapiens, there is more to "species" than dilemma in the midst of nothing. The amnesic nature of our understanding, the short-lived collective memory and the absence of thought, the apparent motive of being and refuting all means of supporting life further is anything else but incandescent, anymore. The ordeal of rising up or even questioning the question regarding the question itself is intrinsically insignificant.
Coming back to the real world, a publication regarding the misdeeds of both Hindu and Islamic fundamentalists from both India and Bangladesh should be up in around a month, after which I will be posting the details of the same. I still am succumbing to the dread caused by limited referencing of time and do not see the tiniest dent in the schedule that would allow the littlest of breaks until at least the month of March. However, there is a pretty intriguing piece
I figured on The Wire two days ago, which might allow some dissent inside your compulsively constrained head.
Let us talk of simpler things.If you're keeping a close watch as to how monopolies function, you'll be heading towards a politically nihilistic contextual discourse. What is even better is that you can forge (I repeat, forge) the same through channelisations that monopolise what you wanted to be a critique to the mechanism of monopolies. The police are everywhere - morally, sentimentally, sexually, politically, pragmatically and metaphysically spooling your brains out like intestinal muscles in a manner using which forensic experts almost always manage to look down at corpses as if they were simply a numerical endeavour.
Twilight is supposed to be the transitional area between day and night, between sensation and calculation but we who choose the latter are better at the game of thrones than nobodies who cling to the dominating side of fate. In between the paradigms shifting faster than the speed of light, we are beings trying to stay afloat, to pace up and not make things look derogatory. The problem is how every single dynamic makes the entire situation look like an introduction to a completely dystopic novel. With scarce forms of non-determinism being inculcated in the veins of the modern homo sapiens, there is more to "species" than dilemma in the midst of nothing. The amnesic nature of our understanding, the short-lived collective memory and the absence of thought, the apparent motive of being and refuting all means of supporting life further is anything else but incandescent, anymore. The ordeal of rising up or even questioning the question regarding the question itself is intrinsically insignificant.
Coming back to the real world, a publication regarding the misdeeds of both Hindu and Islamic fundamentalists from both India and Bangladesh should be up in around a month, after which I will be posting the details of the same. I still am succumbing to the dread caused by limited referencing of time and do not see the tiniest dent in the schedule that would allow the littlest of breaks until at least the month of March. However, there is a pretty intriguing piece
I figured on The Wire two days ago, which might allow some dissent inside your compulsively constrained head.
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