The desert of the real itself
The Anthropocene transforms into permanent simulacra. Due to the progressive depletion of natural resources reality is being replaced by simulations, in which nostalgia plays a significant role.
"The desert of the real itself" reflects on the future after warming, deficiencies of organic resources, disappearance of artifacts and the absence of memorable cultural codes.
Sand has risen. It covers the hair, seals the eyes, grinds between the teeth. The monotony of dusty terrains is occasionally interrupted by succulents. Shadows come only when the sun hides behind the horizon, when the cloudless sky starts to fill up with star constellations - the only creation that seem to be untouched by time.
Dozens of years ago sands engulfed the woods, the majority of farmlands and water reservoirs. Huge areas with their cities flooded under climbing oceans. Our eyes had to get used to never-ending sand dunes.
A getaway. A much needed vacation. An escape… maybe a one-way ticket to a confidential place, to bring back long gone memories of lost worlds. To recreate and treasure them. Setting up rivers and waterfalls, almost hearing the water running. Planting a garden, believing that it grows. Flying kites like children used to, looking at them as if they were real birds. Dancing how we used to dance. Dreaming of sunsets, nature soundscapes and an abundance of colors.
“When the real is no longer what it was, nostalgia assumes its full meaning. There is a plethora of myths of origin and of signs of reality – a plethora of truth, of secondary objectivity, and authenticity.” J. Baudrillard
Echoes Of Fading Myths
“Reality ⌈…⌉ captures every dream even before it takes on the appearance of a dream.”
J. Baudrillard