Plague Journal, Our Epoch
Our epoch
does not love itself.
And a world that does not love itself
is a world that does not believe in the world:
we can believe only in what we love.
That is what makes the atmosphere of this world
So heavy, stifling, and anguished.
The world of the hyper-market,
which is the effective reality of the hyper-industrial epoch,
is, an assemblage of cash registers and barcode readers,
a world in which loving
must become synonymous with buying,
which is in fact a world
without love.
— Excerpt, Uncontrollable Societies of Disaffected Individuals: Disbelief and
Discredit, Volume 2, by Bernard Stiegler trans Daniel Ross p. 82-83
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