…sedive back into the workday, into the commute, into the hustle that drives so much of our economy. Mondays aren’t just a reminder we have to spend much of our lives working at jobs we might not feel like going to—they can be a reminder of the dreams we gave up, the debts we’re working to pay off, the insufficiency we feel about our paychecks, and the repetitiveness of daily life that, for some of us, might feel like futility.
Imagine if fucking The New Yorker did not pay its writers, demanded its editors work voluntarily, and charged $500 a year for access to its archives. Imagine if in order to do your job, you had to pay for this subscription, conduct and publish work…
In the past decade, there has been a growing body of scientific research focused on decision-making, attention and the ability to self-control. And much of the work suggests that as our time and attention come under ever-increasing pressures, it is changing us as a society and individuals.
In 1977, long before Instagram’s founders were born, Susan Sontag wrote of photography : “A capitalist society requires a culture based on images. It needs to furnish vast amounts of entertainment in order to stimulate buying and anaesthetize the injuries of class, race, and sex… Social change is replaced by a change in images. The freedom to consume a plurality of images and goods is equated with freedom itself.”
…th the same livewire energy and his rapping with the same assured flow, as if nothing had happened. If black culture affirms itself, accurately, as a testament to its makers’ capacity for grace, invention, and vigor in the face of an inhuman social reality, Glover’s own affirmation contains a shadowy admission that such makers cultivate their own agony in the act of representation.