Information as Hallucination

Quick foliow up:

Catching up with the recent gap of information ordering and releasing – is like a tab earthquake; half orchestral, half shit storm. Info in anxiety. Maybe at best an ambient drone thats ventilating your personal computer, but really, on the other end of the line, a hurricane inside the data centers and server room you are hooked to with your device when searching for that proper info.

The daily hallucination of the internet, somehow motionless in hyper speed, here it is. Burning away fossils.

To conclude (or begin with)
Below are some scenarios about the
the technogeomorphological,
the matter of info matter
and the virtue of missing out.

Towards Nature / Info-Soil

There exists a habit to borrow nomenclatures that usually refer to nature, in order to circumscribe certain dynamics between humans and information. The use of words such as: data mining, data archeology, data dredging, info flood, info pollution, information lifecycle etc. suggests, that information can be understood, act and utilized in similar ways as nature. An objectified other, that might as well be dug off the ground or turn into a threatening catastrophe.

Thus, information as a life form can morph into soils and minerals, mixing up with the planetary organisms. This new human-info-soil would indeed complicate our relationship towards nature, forcing the fixed boundaries of nature and culture to be rearranged. (Clearly an Anthropocenic Infoprocene!)
As the ongoing increase of information and the strong urge to store and monetize it will surely be one of humans primary future projects, we can predict a reshaped planet of vibrant info organics. The alps turn into a warehouse and Google data centers will take on the form of granite plateaus which stimulate the tectonic fault lines below.


Information is flooding the ocean.

They Could Tell You But Then You Would Have to Be Destroyed By Them / Losing Objects

Our world of data collection is driven by a delicate momentum that is electrified by human and non human agencies. Even though our relationship with the objects we try to order is carried out and justified via anthropocentrism, the whole thing seems suspiciously object driven. Is it really a conscious decision to engage with objects in order to tell them what they might be? Do we decide when to be around them? Or might we all posses the same sensory abilities towards objects like hoarders, which testify that objects rather come to them on there own?

This unsolved duality in the relationship towards object-material-information is especially melting down, when we confront it with the issue of mortality. It is a disruptive notion, when being reminded that non-human agencies will surely outlast humans and that all our accumulated goods, knowledge and achievements will run wild or be bored to death in the blank – rather black, I imagine it – future of non-humans.


Information being trapped and possibly already bored in the clean environment of the data center.


The Virtue of Dust / Entering Soft Landscapes

I might not even have touched the outer shell of this undefined shape (info-body). But I am orbiting it – figuring out whether to escape or to follow its velocity. Though, to imagine information as a solid figure, and therefore to fix it to one approachable location, seems to be a misconception. Information as body and soul (I should claim that information has not much of a soul) is more of a transitional space of interconnected shapeshifting modes – wet and dry in consistency. Highly efficient particles which are able to switch from universal to atom size in less then a second > bear in mind (!) once the atom size is reached – which determines the limits of human imagination – a whole universe unfolds anew. It’s exhausting us – all – even itself; constantly pulsating and generating hyper sonic booms with indecipherable loudness – can’t be heard!
Inhaling its own mass in order to burst into fluids – scattering out in search for every inch of space that can possibly be filled. Then, quickly it hardens again, covered by dust, turned into dust, worth only to forget about.

(The natural but stigmatized brain process of loosing information via forgetting, turns out to be a virtue; draining our clogged up head every once in a while, it saves us from loosing orientation. So don’t kick the dust!)

My focus has slowly blurred, everything around me transformed into a pleasing wishy washy world where all shapes are soft edged and porous, living in congenial companionship. A sort of bubble landscape; nor souped up, nor meat and potatoes.
Drugged up from the self injected info-on-info-data, I’m finally at ease – turned into soft material as well – floating around aimlessly, gone is my anxiety boosting compulsion to catch up. After all, there might as well be nothing – because – it is really just too much to be true.

*Text was taken from: „Inexhaustive Overview Of Immaterial And Material Information Handling“, AKV Berlin, 2013