Electric phenomenology

by Arran James

All manner of speculative systems of thought proliferate; I remain entrenched in humanity. Is there something existential to these musings, in the inability to gain a theoretical distance from the affectivity that daily recedes to leave me splashing pointlessly in the shallows? One can’t escape what one is- except by an elective or accidental death. A dark and electronic phenomenology is still a phenomenology.

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