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“What use was time to those who'd soon achieve Digital Immortality?”

Clyde Dsouza, Memories With Maya

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BRING ME THE HORIZON LYRICS

"Chelsea Smile"

I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs. And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know. It sits in silence, eats away at me. It feeds like cancer. This guilt could fill a fucking sea. Pulling teeth, wolves at my door. Now falling and failing is all I know. This disease is getting worse. I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse. The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret. Yeah! The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret. I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs. And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know. I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs. And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know. I may look happy, but honestly dear, the only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear. I see the vultures, they watch me bleed. They lick their lips, as all the shame spills out of me. Repent! Repent! The end is nigh! Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die! Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us! So get on your knees, and pray for... Repent! Repent! The end is nigh! Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die! Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us! So get on your knees, and pray for forgiveness! We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea. I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see. But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me? Why would he believe in me? Why would he believe in me? Why would he believe in me? Why would he believe in me? Ruh! I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs. And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know. I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs. And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you will never know. You will never know. I know something you don't know.

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Transcendence, een film over een Docter die zijn bewustzijn upload naar een computer.

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I’m too sad to tell you, Bas Jan Ader

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The short video projection 2 into 1 (1997) features a mother and her two sons, one generation lip-synching the dubbed words of the other. It is hypnotically disturbing to watch a pair of 10-year-old twins take turns speaking their mother's exasperated love for them. "I think Lawrence is absolutely adorable, he's gorgeous, I love every inch of him," Lawrence says, in a slightly raspy woman's voice. "But he's got a terrible temper." Halfhearted affirmations of self-esteem also figure in the mother's monologue, along with deep fatigue, all sounding precociously sympathetic--if not a touch demonic--coming from her children's lips. Equally unnerving is the mother's mimed recitation, heard in the soft, clear voices of clever preadolescent boys, of her sons' accounts of her. We hear their criticism of her driving ("too slow") and clothes ("she doesn't dress too well"), and their complaint that she goes out to clubs too much (slightly disheveled and obviously anxious, she looks like she could use the break). For their part, the boys, baby-faced and natty but incipiently loutish, are hardly ingratiating. A dazzlingly deft expression of the complex pushes and pulls in the mother-son relationship, 2 into 1 is an even more concise articulation of the triangulated relationship between artist, subject and viewer. Treating emotional truth as if it were the coin under the three fast-shuffled cups of a sidewalk con artist, this video pictures the circulation of meaning as a kind of vaudeville act, fast, funny and a little cruel.