#incorporeality

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Severed+Said - Incorporeality

Not Not Fun

2018

[fortuneaday]

hi :) i met you blog 2 days ago, and loved it instantly. are you receiving your fortunes from someone too? and if not, can i give you one + may i have one? ❤

Welcome! You can give me a fortune, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that’s always fun. Here is your fortune:

You are able to juggle many tasks.

[poetniall]

Living in a world of electronic ghosts

My social media feed is full of posts by people that I have already seen in person for the very last time. Old school friends and work colleagues, besties from another time in my life. Never again to share the same room with them, never again to shake them warmly by the hand, never again to catch a detail of their eye colour in a moment of proximate intensity.

Douglas Hofstadter speaks in his book I Am a Strange Loop about how we make little internal copies of the people we know. When those people are no longer alive within themselves their little copies live to a lesser extent within our heads. After the tragic loss of his wife, Hofstadter kept her clothes in their drawers and wardrobes. He constantly spoke to her while at home and about his day to day activities. Perhaps this was to keep his little living copy of her as high fidelity as possible?

With social media, things seem to work the other way around. We are the ones that fashion little copies of ourselves and send them out to others. In this sense, we give ourselves the illusion of prolonging contact with people that would have simply slipped away from our life streams in times gone by. But this is not real contact, this is simply the interweaving ripples at the furthest edges of our being.

In an episode of Black Mirror, a grieving woman uploads the online persona of her deceased partner into his android likeness. It doesn't take long for her to realise that this creature is not the same person. For instance, it is constantly communicative and eager to please rather than sitting on the couch, swiping a phone screen in silence as her partner once used to.

Who knows if these versions of ourselves are not already living their own lives with each other, each day growing more independent of the gruff, flatulent, hominids that birthed them with sweaty fingertips in awkward, craned neck silences?

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[mojamars]

 bistije

[moribundx]

Do You Actually Exist?

My Result: You do not exist.(90%)

"Cogito ergo sum," famously said Rene Descartes, "I think therefore I am." Unfortunately for you this does not apply, seeing as you have neither a mind nor a body. The illusion that you continue to exist from moment to moment is a practical joke without a punchline. Also, no one is telling the joke. And no one is hearing it. It's just nothing. Like you. On the upside...well, let's be honest, there really isn't an upside, seeing as "up" and "side" are meaningless. Just like you.

Additional Results:

You do not exist. (90%)

You do not exist. (68%)

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