Recorded

     The desire to be recorded is something that has become refined and specialized in the environment of our lust for personalization and our platforms and technologies that we've developed. Our desires for different ways to be recorded precedes the advent of their possibility and our insatiable categorization pulls us further and further into our desire to be recorded, enveloping how we understand the thing we record, namely our selves. I'm completely fascinated by how our actions are carried out in the pursuit of their being recorded, the majority of our experience being refined to the parameters of our ability to record. It's come to a point where the more varied and possible it is for us to be recorded, the more freedom we have in our experience. I'm also fascinated at what becomes recorded, the extent to which we record, perhaps so that we are able to experience the freedom of existing. Recording has become validation and reality. Not just broad, hype words like sex, violence, and personal information are recorded, but the intimacy of experience is becoming bound by the limits of recording. One can record and share the common, everyday sort of urinating and defecating that one does, rather than special urinating and defecating with hype and eroticism like on sites for golden showers and shock films like 2 girls 1 cup. Someone can record themselves calming placing two kittens in a plastic vacuum bag and sucking the air out, recording the kittens dying. People can feel a need to have what they experience be recorded because if it's not, then there is an anxiety, an anxiety of emptiness. Murder and waste are beginning to take place in the realm of the recorded more so than in reality. Our experience is more and more coming to take place within the realm of the recorded rather than in the realm of immanence.