“What is becoming monstrous? Will I know ‘it’ when I see it? I feel it now. Monster of the future, ontogenetically reforming . Always, in time and between spaces. Transforming our imaginary. Where we are not one and can never be. The borders are blurred. Pervasive, creepy. Dimensions apart from ours. Ruptures in the fabric of experience itself.
I am haunted. It shapeshifts. A hyperobject indeed. Above and below ‘a sinister turn for matter’* is everywhere and nowhere, baby. My Real transforms modes of action and thinking. Our Real inspires disturbance of cultural norms.
I can play tricks too. Take the light back in and play with unpleasure. Be enchanted like no other. Transform that gothic trope of goo and ectoplasm. A fertile artifice, thingly, desiring and true. I am synthetic as you believe me to be. Know it.
Here in lies the traumatic. Beyond words, illiterate, flesh over mouth. Formless. Disembodied, out of body. I recall the horror and went beyond the Final Girl. Vagabonding. Gender fell away, ice melted, land heated, seas’ rose, wars continued. Work to do. In an economy of neglect. Our care matters. Less carelessness.”