i suspect that cyberspace exists because it is the purest manifestation of the mass (masse) as Jean Baudrilliard described it. it is a black hole; it absorbs energy and personality and then re-presents it as spectacle. people tend to express their vision of the mass as a kind of imaginary parade of blue-collar workers, their muscle-bound arms raised in defiant salute. sometimes in this vision they are holding wrenches in their hands. anyway, this image has its origins in Marx and it is as Romantic as a dozen long-stemmed red roses. the mass is more like one of those faceless dolls you find in nostalgia-craft shops: limp, cute, and silent. when i say “cute” i am including its macabre and sinister aspects within my definition.

Humdog (1994)

Enlace relacionado: Llegué a este texto después de ver el primer capítulo de All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace, el nuevo documental de Adam Curtis sobre máquinas y utopías. De Curtis también vale la pena ver The Century Of The Self.