For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
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sleeping, fucking, shitting, etc.) – and, accordingly, it takes<br />
a while for <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs to notice. Eventually, however, <strong>the</strong><br />
fluidity of <strong>the</strong> surrogate begins to be stymied by an inevitable<br />
state-change into dry, cracked earth at one extreme, and<br />
brown smoke at <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. These states are more conspicuous<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir difference to <strong>the</strong> original – <strong>the</strong> person, being, whatever.<br />
Harder to cuddle, is how <strong>the</strong> hieroglyphs put it. This<br />
leading, inevitably, to <strong>the</strong> sad ostracising of <strong>the</strong> subject [...]<br />
Stepping back, its clear you’ve made a complete mess of Yul’s<br />
head. Latex skin peeled back, split – hanging in obscene<br />
sheets down his back – parcels of cabling (earth, live and<br />
neutral) jutting stiff in<br />
every direction. And that<br />
beautiful mahoga-<br />
ny edifice beneath,<br />
shining with a<br />
beeswax-lustre, <strong>the</strong><br />
intricate designs<br />
of vines creeping<br />
up and about <strong>the</strong><br />
wood in precise,<br />
burnt gullies.<br />
Not vines but<br />
briar – densely<br />
thorned. Leading<br />
up to <strong>the</strong> cra-<br />
nium and <strong>the</strong><br />
hieroglyphs whose<br />
object, it seems clear<br />
now, is that frighten-<br />
ing deity of CGI’d fat<br />
and flesh – a capsule of pulverised flesh, worshipped – or at<br />
least beatified. A future food-stuff: genetically engineered<br />
and grown (on <strong>the</strong> side of a fallen tree, accidentally discovered<br />
by dog walkers some time in <strong>the</strong> twenty-second century)<br />
– meat-spheres. One of which mutates, gains <strong>the</strong> power<br />
of thought, rebels, enslaves, becomes a god, devours and<br />
devours and devours everything till <strong>the</strong>re’s no sustenance<br />
left. Etc. [...] You go – I’ll clear this ungodly accident up.)<br />
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