People keep asking me what I’m up to now that my freelance gigs are dropping (<3 summer precarity <3) and that school isn’t on the menu.
Well, I’m thriving baby.
I am sleeping, eating, feeling bored at times, writing a new book, finishing some old projects and dissecting current thoughts. Apparently, I’m fully incapable of stopping researching topics and projects. A part of me is scared for my little brain whom I feel like I’m asking too much, but simultaneously, I imagine a day when I’ll feel totally uninspired and unavailable, forever reminiscing the days when writing and researching was my only lover. So I ride this wave, for now.
Extract from Uncovering The Veil (Healing is Just a Path Away!)
Sitting at the terrasse, sipping average white wine, I feel comfortable but not flirty, and it’s OK because lately, playful isn’t on the menu. As we finish our glasses, a sort of strangling battle starts to arrive, one where I become Phillip’s ex, and Phillip becomes mine. We start both justifying to each other the reasons why we’re hurt and disappointed. It’s easy for me to listen to Phillip because they’re not my ex-partner. I can grasp their word without my heart shattering, so in a certain manner, the argument is tolerable. Phillip mentions being bitter about their ex being too bossy and too self-centered, which resulted in being a poor listener. I smile. “It sounds a lot like me!”. This cheap transfer moment gives me food for thought: Could our encounter be translated into a TV reality show? Perhaps something along the lines of: Let Me Explain - Give a Replica of Your Ex the Chance to Heal You. Or Bouding Again: Closure Has Never Looked So Simple? Since my separation, I have noticed how insatiable the market is in the broken-hearted industry.
In Let Me Explain - Give a Replica of Your Ex The Chance to Heal You, I start envisioning pigs and squirrels, birds and insects encountering each other, helplessly trying to find a resolution. Animals would first meet with a specialist to better understand their traumas and needs. She would ask generic questions about the relationship, what is unsolved, what are the main counter-acting beliefs within the grief, and what the participant hopes to get from this interaction. In a second moment, they would be paired with a doppelganger, physically resembling and personality-like. The two selected participants would meet on set, with a veil unfolding beyond their eyes as if revealing a Michelin dish. Through their conversation, both animals would try to seek some sort of closure by transferring their feeling and emotions into the replica of their past lover. As I try to pitch this synopsis to Netflix, the mid-career and money-savvy hipster who has been hired as a producer stares at me pretty unimpressed. He simply answers: “Don’t you know this already exists, but people get to confront their REAL ex?” to which I answer: “Surely, and that’s why I thought that the idea of a replica might be interesting and valuable, giving that it is adding a layer of differentiation, distinction, and perhaps, empathy. Something that can hardly be experienced or understood when dealing with the concerned REAL person.” The producer still observes me quietly. I stare back, trying to embrace the silence with a sharp smile. “I’ll think about it and call you back.” I stand up, grab my glitterish bag, and drop a few words as I leave: “Oh, and by the way. Don’t you dare steal this idea from me? It’s already right-protected.” I blink and bounce.
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YOUR MONTHLY TOPIC :*
Thereby a small (and complex) research on how AI generates memes and questions the value and metrics of their machine-generated humor. Is culture-making and humor really specific to the human brain? Could the uncanny content generated by machines be also humourous? :p
→ (with images and my physical envelope)
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