still
is about alienated interiority. It begins with a body, with materiality that slowly morphs, extends, spills, and oozes non-linearity. A self-withdrawn, hidden presence: silent inactivity, affective and extractive capitalism, surveillance and commodification of behaviour, non-participation, withdrawn complicity, non-subjectivity and refusing a gaze, paralysis in time of crisis, what non-doing does.
proposes an alternative to action, a way to un-be or to cease, a way to be the wrench in the cogs of the machine, a way to jam the signal by refusing receptivity. This book disclaims language, writes without writing, divests in itself, is non-living for unlife. This book begins and ends in emptiness.