They Are Here

Tim Morton

The Electric Boogaloos

Talking Heads, Crosseyed and Painless, dir. Toni Basil

This is the waiting room

Working by hindsight got the message from the oxygen

Wherever you go there you are

Lost my shape trying to act casual Cant stop I might end up in the hospital Changing my shape I feel like an accident Theyre back to explain their experience

There was a knife there was a formula

Organon empsychon

Giorgio De Chirico, Mystery and Melancholy of a Street

Im ready to leave I push the facts in front of me

Chroma key (color separation overlay)

Brian Eno

Panasonic PK-600 (1979)

color controls

Vidicon Video Camera Tube (common in video cameras, 1970s)

Forbidden Colors
Electron orbits Afterglow

photoconductor

Valence band Conduction band (Forbidden gap) Exciton band

meontic nothing oukontic

Y2O2S:Eu+Fe2O3 ZnS:Cu,Al ZnS:Ag+Co-on-Al2O3

yttrium oxide-sulfide; red zinc sulfide and copper; green zinc sulfide + silver; blue

Composition of phosphor screen in a cathode ray tube

Lost my shape trying to act casual Cant stop I might end up in the hospital Changing my shape I feel like an accident Theyre back to explain their experience

anamorphosis

Ontically given world

Intentional/sens ual objects (Husserl): facts

Abyss of reason (Kant)

Martin Heidegger

OOO objects

Lifting my head looking for the danger signs

Fear! My favorite emotional state!

Facts are useful in emergencies

Facts are useless in emergencies

Isnt it weird looks too unsure to me

oukontic nothing

Anthropocene

Trinity Test at 0.016 seconds

objects in mirror are closer than they appear

The island of doubt is like the taste of medicine

meontic nothing

Beauty
Kitsch

The beauty experience

Disgust/horror

Coexistence

Anxiety/sadness

Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

What constitutes pretense is that, in the end, you dont know whether its pretense or not.
Jacques Lacan

Facts are living turned inside out

meontic nothing

Im still

waiting