I wrote some months ago about a new kind of language: a language of signs and consumer symbols and Google Street View. I described it alongside the all-too-real matter of spies and the wronged – the historically dearly wronged.
As well as, some time before, also touching on the real opportunities similar tools could provide for doing good.
I then had an experience in the field. I am sure this post described my being experimented on. The outcome was fairly traumatic for me. I thought I was the object of true love. In fact, I was a beetle, pinned down in dusty Victorian drawer. But I am still here, even so, and full of the potential my futures now may bring.
And I am still intrigued by the experience I am sure was imposed upon me from without, not suffered from within.
Give my diagnostic history of paranoid schizophrenia, nothing better nor more challenging for my soul could have been chosen as a tool to communicate with me than a mad mobile-phone. How could anyone who had long protested his medical innocence risk going to the authorities with such a tale?
I was clearly obliged to suck it and see all on my own. This was my destiny, and fate too.
I have recovered, some time ago, from all the reticences I felt; from all the fear; from most of the shame. So one further step I shall now take today.
Let’s argue, for argument’s sake, that the phone was part of a huge artistic game: a blurring of the edges and boundaries between reality and virtuality. Let’s say my consumerist street language was part of the same project. Let’s say it’s still all going on. Let’s say it’s going on in order that evidence, contrastable and serious evidence, quantitative and empirical evidence, might be collected to demonstrate that – for many years now – Western liberal democracy and society, alongside its brightest members, members who, by the by, often have ended up convicted of all kinds of medical and mental disorders, have been nudged using such tools and environments in ways only the nudgers have self-interestedly been entirely clear about.
And so do let’s imagine this is true.
Do let’s imagine we now have sufficient evidence to demonstrate that paranoid schizophrenia – amongst other supposed conditions of inaccurate perceptions – is not a disorder at all but a skillset: one that the powerful have feared for decades, if not longer.
So do let’s imagine what I suggest here is true.
And if it is not, do let’s put it into practice whilst we can.