Displays. In Paris. As a ritual invocation to an unknown god, tens of thousands of remote controls of daily life ascend to the night sky – for the sake of the “New Year’s welcome” – in front of a gate of some triumph… There seems to be no one without his/her own “alleluia”. There are only new triumphs…
Is god unknown? Maybe not. If you do not capture it, it does not exist, you have not seen it, you have not experienced it: societies of spectacle have passed en masse to a “higher level” of fetishism, which pushes direct vision (and human memory) into oblivion. In favor of a new type of ruminant (an exclusive of the world’s highest technologically advanced herd species) first of sight and soon of all the senses. Not only you don’t need to, but you don’t even have to feel. You have to save. Later? Later you may bring the stimuli from the mechanical/digital stomach back to a mouth/screen… Maybe…
After all, this god has a name: capital is called… The fact that he has unusual worship rituals should not be strange.