di acinephilo

About non-existence, negation and destruction of various organs or of the entire body

I would like to start from with a story about the end of the body in space, in order to introduce such space. I am ashamed of dying only in as much as someone will have to clean up the floor and touch me – and I: fully unaware. It is just not possible to leave for good and die elsewhere, in a place altogether different. The body, left behind, will stay there, and someone will have to load it into a car.

Leaving life is a complex procedure, ritualistic and economic: dying is never cheaper than a couple of thousand pounds, flowers not included. And even with the ritual accomplished, we cannot be sure whether a departure took place. A suicide leaves his ex-body to life, the life of others.

Heterotopias* would then need to overcome themselves, create a place beyond all places, in which we could disappear (completely, and not in the cemetery), a place impossible to visit, in which we are not to survive in any form after departure. Maybe Virginia Woolf thought about this, filling her pockets with stones and entering the river, but she must have entered also also entered the water cycle, vapor – cloud – rain – sea – vapor, endlessly.

I have given much thought to such a missing place. The idea itself is not conceivable yet there is a place: it has been built by great engineers, it should work, and that’s the place to go, to die: online.

While in the Twentieth century the topos of a ‘centre of the world’ was at work (such as Paris or New York), now a new modality is taking place, compensating the rest, and not being a real place at all.

Why has the world entered in this ‘place’ and why have we followed it in there? What did we give away in order to enter it? What is it that we give away when we register on Facebook, when e-banking, when opening a personal account?

*Heterotopias – Michel Foucault, 1967.