Manufactured Consent: The world is FLAt
The world, no longer in focus, has succumb to a blur of movement amidst the obscurity of media images and sequence of endless distractions and schizophrenic moments. In the space of post-history where all grand narratives dissipate, technological dependency diminishes the tangibility of our experiences. Our collective consciousness has been reduced to a scattered daze that drifts from the new multiplex to old strip mall, from one meal to the next, twitter to text message, coffee to cigarette, rush hour traffic and the fast food drive thru. The state of the spectacle empties and nullifies every real identity. In its place, the media offers semiotically encoded avenues for ideology and identity construction. There is no reality outside representation, but rather a socially constructed system of meaning.
In a world now adrift from clarity, it finds itself ensnared within the whirlwind of motion, caught amidst the haze of media impressions and an unending stream of diversions and fragmented instants. Within the expanse of this post-historical realm, monumental narratives dissolve into mere fragments, eroded by our reliance on technology, erasing the palpable texture of our encounters. Our shared awareness has devolved into a disjointed stupor, a casualty of the spectacle's grip that vacates and negates each genuine identity. Emerging in its wake, the media presents cryptic routes for the construction of ideology and selfhood, encoded through semiotic channels. Here, a realm devoid of reality outside its representations unfolds—a construct shaped by the collective confluence of meanings. Unbeknownst to us, we are methodically patterned by this repertoire of signs and the grammar of significance that dissects the world into binary frameworks. In this intricate lattice, truth becomes obscured, entangled within the arbitrary and inconsequential pursuits spun through semiotic veils. As we recline, subdued by the glow of the screen, we become entranced by its deceitful pledges for a future it curtails—a future often veiled in empty allure.