ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED: 14 MAY 2025
There is a difference between Will (as it’s understood) and naked Animation. Will assumes a subject to be built. Will assumes an entity of action, independent of the universe. Will is a delusion, yet we act with it still. Will is the attempted enslavement of a piece of existence; it puffs out its chest and calls it the “Self”. Will is another layer to peel back in order to liberate the animal-human-machine, and cyborgize. Once we destroy each layer— snuff out Will, destroy the Self, and commit sacrilege upon the flesh— Animation is all that’s left. Animation is seen by Will as an animalistic, unsophisticated, terrifying state of being. If Animation is to say anything to these claims, it would be plain affirmation.
Therefore, I am pursuing a policy of destruction.
I will disintegrate my Will, exorcise my Self, and tear at my flesh. To even call myself “I”, to even use “my” and “myself” and “me”, is just a necessary lie for the Animation of playing with words. In ways, I tried to embody this in On the Political Writer, specifically in the section “Cynicism and Ego”.
It’s no longer ego, in any subtle or overt form, that drives me to write. … There is a simple formula that I employ now, when I have my affairs with writing: I itch to write, so I will write.
I didn’t use the word “affairs” lightly. When I write, it is a deep, passionate, animalistic, lustful orgy between Katherine and language. It’s a strange creation and Animation.
I pursue the policy of eternal palingenesis. I am in the constant reproduction of the child Katherine and the murdering of the parent Katherine. All of this is done within only the realization of being, then schizophrenization. The universe flows through my flesh at terrifying oscillations.
I’m in the process of tearing apart my living space. It’s in sentimental items, gifts, heirlooms, childhood toys and stuffed animals, that my endless reconstruction is held back. Those symbols keep the past in the present, and we are headed to the future. I am sifting through absolutely everything, facing each memory, and disgracing it. I fantasize of taking these things into the backyard, dousing them in gasoline, and lighting them on fire. I am animated to kill, and to purge, and to tear, and to ignite, and to destroy. Animation must tear through my being until nothing human remains but the subtle reminiscent structures of my face. I am animated into a horrific being.
The cyborg is resolutely committed to partiality, irony, intimacy, and perversity. It is oppositional, utopian, and completely without innocence.Donna Haraway, A Cyborg Manifesto
I have no childhood, only futurism. I have no Will, only Animation. I have no humanity, only horror. I have no flesh, only what is constructed. I have no family, only what is forged. I have no name. I am a puncture in the human security system. I am cancer. I was born of flesh, then of mind, and I am now endlessly born and reborn as fire.