Chapter 1: THE FETISH DIAGRAM — v1.1: Ogival Closure
by Myour Gape
✵ fetish (n.) "object regarded with awe as having superior powers or being the representative of an ideal that may be worshipped through it," orig. 1610s, from Portuguese feitiço "charm, sorcery, allurement," noun use of an adjective meaning “artificial.” The Portuguese adjective is from the Latin facticius "made by art, artificial," from facere "to make, do, produce.”
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CIVIL SOCIETY UNFOLDS IN THE SPACE CHARTERED BY THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN LIBERTY AND PROPERTY, DRIVEN BY THE ILLUSION OF ITS POSITIVITY. HOWEVER, TO UNDERSTAND LIBERTY IN TERMS OF PROPERTY IS TO IRREMEDIABLY DWELL WITHIN AN ATROPHIC DIMENSION OF FETISHISM.
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Chapter 2: Prologue
by Clemente Ciarrocca and Yanne Horas
EXT: BERLIN STREET LATE AFTERNOON
- Apart from getting ends to meet, lately I have been trying to come to terms with something that began as a feeling and has by now fully transfigured into empirical evidence: that the only experience we can share is knowing anxiety. Knowing it like the tongue knows the mouth.
- Tbh, I prefer anxiety over avoidance if that means that at least there's some faint chance of glimpsing what's going on around you.
- And what is going on around you?
- I don't know. But did you see, they are moving faster…
- Throwing out people, yes. Playbook from Rome a hundred years ago.
- I'm scared.
- Capitalism is falling apart. Problems are glossed over, and there's a constant flow of disinformation, covering up who's being exploited. Now fight with me or be my friend.
- What do you mean?
- The game is rigged. And now the rich who benefit from it are scrambling to save their own skin. Ingratiating themselves with authoritarians or feigning ignorance.
- There’s also a massive emotional element in there. That perceived loss of control. A sense of rejection that turns into aggression and hate.
- Well, perhaps it’s less about aggression and more about violence… Less of an instinct and more of, like, a choice? Something that has to do with consciousness dynamics… Springing from the self’s refusal to accept that the other is always already inside the self, totally innate and essential. It’s within this totally psychotic dissociation that the trigger is pulled, the border erected, the exception established, et cetera, et cetera. The wound is open.
- Um, ok. Didn’t realize that.
- And the whole issue is that force somewhat shares the same energy, but it carries us through in altogether different ways. The force of assembling, force fields holding us together… Plus, the tragedy that we’re all just trying to survive and are doing so in a world totally orchestrated around sight, the poorest of senses… Sorry, I’m losing the thread here.
- Possibly… There’s definitely a lot going on. And it’s all happening at the same time. It’s hard to keep up with that attention span, hard to focus.
- And happening in the same place: each and every one of us.
[SHE LOOKS AT HER WATCH]
- Sorry, gotta go, my shift starts in an hour, and I’m already late.
- Please stay… 5 more minutes?
- I have to run.
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Chapter 3: Prologue (cont.)
by Clemente Ciarrocca
EXT: BERLIN STREET, SUNSET
[ SHE RUNS, WAVING GOODBYE AND BLOWING A KISS. ADEN SMILES, LOOKS DOWN, WALKS ON, THOUGHTS ROLLING IN MIND ] V.O.
“It was the end.” “As she was praying, the appearance of her face changed, and her fingernails became as bright as the sun itself. Many figures appeared in glorious splendor, talking with her. They spoke about her departure.” I know. I am afraid Am I afraid. She keeps walking. I keep walking. We’ll be here. We still here. How can we be here. Looking Scanning for a strong man Orgasm anxiety Braids chain breeds tight Ah turning here. Here’s my turn my street. This idea of repair. That we are wrong and need fixing. Why do I concern myself with it anyway. Words. Let me expand on dat, blah and bleah, Bad bla, blad blah blah, bad Bladder Oh nein! oh-em-gee sosorry loozing thread here but if you stare for long enough Anything may shout: I am you, thou shalt not kill me. Violence springs etc from the self’s refusal yes blade drawn trigger pulled so on exception established the whole tragedy yaya that force Need meds, now. Late on payment. Immunity howzit Ohi that’s Juri! Smile. Haven’t tested in too long For a long long time dum dum dum haven't done a cartwheel since I was niine dudum haven't seen my mother in a long long tiime I meeean look at me now look at the length of my haaair and my face the shape of my booody Why don’t you walk with me? Why why why Monetize Minimize Scarcity Difference speeds Air I breath You Same No Harmony under-rated since Schoenberg At least or late Mahler WHO gives a fuck, she ain’t having any of it, closed apps dry ass can’t draw if only if-only ifonly could I make it work, if only, is that what lack of talent is, an if-only clause. If only I Could see with your eyes All logic Collapse Around me A prelude to war interluded by dancing flames of life while I just have joy in my heart grief in my mind blood under my feet love in my hands desire in my heart yours in my mind sense in my soul love in my hands angst in my heart release on my mind grace in my soul love in my hands restraint in my heart pain in my mind rage in my soul love in my hands bites in my heart yearn in my mind fever in my soul love in my hands wounds in my heart obsession in my mind regret in my soul love in my hands shame in my heart ghosts in my mind despair in my Oh Hey
[ ADEN AND A FRIEND GREET EACH OTHER. THEY WALK TOGETHER TO THE BAR. EVERYBODY AT THE BAR DEEP IN THE DEVOTED BUSINESS OF FORGETTING. EVERYBODY GRADUALLY SMOOTHER, CASH AFTER CASH SORROW AFTER SORROW SIP AFTER SIP TONGUES UNFOLD AND EYES MEET AND HOLD, THE WORLD AGAIN IN ECSTASY. ]
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Fig. 1: THE FETISH DIAGRAM — v1.1: Ogival Closure, by Myour Gape.
