# got back from accident and emergency last night six and a half hours of sheer heck sitting on hard uncomfortable seats made my rsi far worse eventually half crawled to see a specialist in 'district 9' as i called it - they did some exercise tests (wow just like the guy on the phone did) and said i had bad nerve impingement apparently my nerves and impatience were being repeatedly squeezed by advanced daily global hyperreal ludocapitalist neurospectacle the realer cause of my pain was having to work (art as work) for three and a half long arts years without a break or the necessary decent equivalent immediately followed by 3.5 months of solid editing work here in the context of rai really means 'an ability to afford anything but the most bare bones of equipment needed in order to perform art (as work)' which itself really means 'a total lack of necessary physical / upward social mobility to do anything but be forced to sit still and repeatedly grind the nut onto the bolt until death by work' note the misnomer of 'overwork' - it's not overworking which is killing me but having to work at all. antiwork is the 'right measure' not some fabled systemic excess beyond which feels unreasonable; work itself is already the excess and what was it all for one wonders - all **this** (robert purveys ir paltry kingdom-flat in all it's mediocre dustry frozen shoebox glory) - the rewards for all my efforts and strain one senses that one of the biggest public secrets going is how virtually everyone who isn't a pathologically greedy rich vampiric lizard of whiteness has definitely wondered just why the heck they're having to work at all - stuck in heavy traffic at 6 in the bleary morning heading toward london for another long day of bs whatever it is while the boss with ir decaffe grande caffe enema and ir cornflour blue desktop icon is sitting pretty in ir luxury heated bmw in the fast lane in cruise control listening to 'rousing classical vol 2' and daydreaming of the upcoming weekend in paris with ir new secretary with the big portfolio **//** my mother and father worked themselves into an early grave due to the unceasing strain and damage of work they tried for 24 years to violently install for me the need to 'work for a living' without ever adequately explaining why exactly i needed to the best explanations for the mere notion of work were as follows **+** because i say so **+** because people who don't work are dirty lazy baskets **+** because if you don't we'll kick you out and you'll starve it seemed to me even at the time in my late teens that these were not adequately thought out logical explanations and inherently involved violent negative threats for not working but then i didn't want to ever do anything but 'not work' and so i made this my full time occupation unfortunately my lack of money fame and power under the current system of ghls global hyperreal ludocapitalist neurospectacle have meant i've not been able to afford any equipment that could be called 'ergonomic' ergonomic really means 'the ability to keep poor people immobile and working even harder for longer without moving' and even as a concept really only ever benefits bosses and owners never those trapped in the dead brained capitalistic immobility of work; in other words 'shut up sit still and get back to it you stupid wave slaves - we've stuck you in your little place in our great system now force yourselves to enjoy it and be thankful or else' in fact i'm pretty sure any day now the inherent internal contradictions of ghls will directly result in the whole sorry shit house of dirty cards collapsing inwards - tumbling back into the mildly raddy dust from whence it came like the end of v with the fireworks and rousing classical music the reason they don't however appears to stem directly and precisely from the neurospectacle's internal contradictions - it's ceaseless psychotic schizofrenetic mutation by the hour (usually from 'already awful' to 'somehow even worse') by lurching from one manufactured crisis to another - by constantly 'moving fast and breaking things' in the classic psycho-economic de.formation - it effectively resists all change spinning like a mad top in a circus lurching this way and that almost at random - the 'changing same' which like the stylized aesthetic looks of classic pop icon madonna almost change with the seasons wait a sec i've probably formulated this wrong - here's slavoj zizek at lacan.com: censorship today: violets or ecology as a new opium for the masses part 1: https://www.researchgate.net/publication/294875991_Censorship_today_violence_or_ecology_as_a_new_opium_for_the_masses // republic of bob