Musiccosmos

I t’s common nowadays to think about the modern media landscape as a Ballardian horror. Hypermediated existence wears down our neural connections, tires out our cognition, brutally reworks our conception of embodiment, and forcefully disallows us to reach an honest, actual connection to what we consume and what surrounds us. Images, sounds, and videos constantly shift in front of our eyes — cut, cut, cut, cut, cut (…) — until it all merges together into the slime that is the object of our consumption. An act of curiosity would be to go beyond this judgement and lamentation. To see if there is more to this fleetingness and transience than our becoming-junkspace. To unveil the digital nostalgia of abandoned YouTube playlists, internet archives, and sleepless nights spent digging through the unseen or forgotten cultural artifacts. These weird “temporal pauses” (as per WEN’s description), moments and objects as much belonging to our mode of endlessly distracted consumption as eerily...