The Destruction of Experience

by Caleb Roberts

Today, however, we know that the destruction of experience no longer necessitates a catastrophe, and that humdrum daily life in any city will suffice.  For modern man’s average day contains virtually nothing that can still be translated into experience.  Neither reading the newspaper, with its abundance of news that is irretrievably remote from his life, nor sitting for minutes on end at the wheel of his car in a traffic jam.  Neither the journey through the nether world of the subway, nor the demonstration that suddenly blocks the street.  Neither the cloud of tear gas slowly dispersing between the buildings of the city centre, nor the rapid blasts of gunfire from who knows where; nor queuing up at a business counter, nor visiting the Land of Cockayne at the supermarket, nor those eternal moments of dumb promiscuity among strangers in lifts and buses.  Modern man makes his way home in the evening wearied by a jumble of events, but however entertaining or tedious, unusual or commonplace, harrowing or pleasurable they are, none of them will have become experience. (15-16)

Giorgio Agamben | Infancy and History: On the Destruction of Experience

 

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