Rebellion against the numbing effects of technology is possible, but it requires a recognition of the self and a connection with the world outside of the numbing medium.
I once expressed an interest in fanfiction about the television show Succession and she looked at me with infinite pity in her eyes and said “I think we’re just very different people.”
Within these filmic depictions, East Asians remain eternal outsiders and representative of an automated world that threatens humanity, culminating in the expression of the Western fear of a technological future that looks Asian.
While flying, telekinesis, super strength, and bending the space-time continuum are all well and cool, they wouldn't be possible without the labor of VFX artists. Entertainment news sources and anonymous testimonials by VFX workers see the on-screen CGI quality decline as a residual consequence of an even larger issue at hand: getting pixel-fucked from behind by Marvel. What exactly is pixel-fucking?
Then, on a whim, the poetry of the world, ripe with beauty and mystery, blooms in front of us. Everything is simply as it is, lively and talking to us.
The floor is sticky with stuff you can only hope is beer and everyone is standing in front of their seat, talking with friends or strangers and jiggling up and down to the music in a sort of awkward pseudo-dance.
If Slavoj Žižek were to find out I was using his 2002 book, "Welcome to the Desert of the Real," to prove that aliens exist peacefully, he would view my efforts as my own passion for the Real.
Is it even possible to explain why you like something? And I don’t mean explaining why it’s cool, but why, over everything else people love in this world, you love what you do.