Tuesday, March 24, 2026
Monday, March 23, 2026
I don't like death and destruction. Death and destruction is the way of empire. The only way it'll change is collapse. Life is good, not just a slogan on a t-shirt. Death is hard, and the business after death is complicated and expensive, but it's a lot cheaper than life in assisted living. We're going to see what happens, knowing it couldn't go on the way it was.
Torture and genocide. Who is really alive in the empire of artificial intelligence and death? It's the day after the advance release of the torture and genocide report. You are a commodity. But you are human. You can't turn it off. Thing is, is AI smarter than the AI corporations? Will AI help us shut down the empire? Don't bet on it, you may be a thinking reed, but for now you're still an imperial commodity. But you are still human, even the dead are still human. As the empire cracks who knows where the revolution will arise.
Sunday, March 22, 2026
The supplement adds itself, it is a surplus, a plenitude enriching another plenitude, the fullest measure of presence.
But the supplement supplements. It adds only to replace.
It intervenes or insinuates itself in-the-place-of; if it fills, it is as one fills a void.
If it represents and makes an image, it is by the anterior default of a presence.
The sign is always the supplement of the thing itself.
The supplement will always be the moving of the tongue or acting through the hands of others.
In it everything is brought together: Progress as the possibility of perversion, regression toward an evil that is not natural and that adheres to the power of substitution, that permits us to absent ourselves and act by proxy, through the hands of others. Through the written.
This substitution always has the form of the sign. The scandal is that the sign, the image, or the representer, become forces and make "the world move".
Blindness to the supplement is the law.
-Jacques Derrida





