One approach to conjuring new experiences is to leave our bodies and self-expression behind and give ourselves over to something greater. To try and reach a sort of ego death through posting, rather than psychedelics or masks. That might lead to new ways to express what recent art and literature have so far not been able to express well: how different it feels to be alive in the late 2010s and 2020s, and how the internet has radically changed our conception of the self. It’s been another strange year; I’m looking forward to seeing what comes next.
Thanks to algorithmic recommendation engines or networks that easily grow far beyond a person’s Dunbar number, you can scroll for days without running out of fresh content, making “the end” nothing more than an illusion.
But the computers know the truth. They see us as a group. We’re actually quite similar to each other. We have the same desires, ambitions, and fears. Computers spot this through correlations and patterns.