/lit/ - Literature

>>9645030
It's his own hyperbolic commentary on the state of the union, so to speak. How far we have come in terms of being able to simulate ourselves, produce illusions, and so on, This describes a certain kind of disaster for anyone trying to invoke reality - without, I would say, reference to force. And even then he will get into this whole question too, right up to the point of declaring that a war is not actually taking place at all.

By the era of sorcery he's simply describing a kind of hypermeme, an age in which nobody really has the capacity to say or prove they are more real or more knowledgeable than anything else.

This is where I think reading Baudrillard leads into Land - at least, that was (I think?) how I got there. Because whether the McNugget you consume is real or fake, whether you consume it ironically or with sincerity, the cash register still rings and perhaps some new line of code is added to the blockchain.

The Matrix was kind of a commentary on culture like this. True, you cannot feel in this world literally nourished by a fake object. Not in your stomach, anyways. But of course you can be *seduced* by one, you can have your psychological and *aesthetic* needs met - and, following Nietzsche, Baudrillard is going to name those and not objective knowledge as being, I think, the furthest horizon of whatever it is that we call reality. And then all the rest.