I keep thinking about this everything we do – is the way of slaves. I drive to a fabric store in the suburbs and look at the way everything is ordered, everything is arranged. It’s all meant to destroy us. The store clerks are slowly being replaced entirely by machines which cash your money for you. It’s all one machine. The goal is to accumulate capital. I know other people know it too, but their doubts and counter-desires are recaptured by the system of social control. It’s the way of the slave.


The Fred Meyer on Hawthorne Avenue in Portland, with its fully-automated checkout stands, is replacing labor through capital too. Outside, half the city’s young people are out of work, desperately clinging to any last bit of culture they are creating. Fred Meyer also takes partial credit for their culture too. A quote spread across the wall explains that Portland is funky, laid back, “a reflection of how the locals choose to live.” How the locals choose to live – by automating their work? Look at these robots, gradually replacing people altogether, gradually replacing culture altogether. To them we are nothing but a going-across, a gamble, and they are looking backward at us as they race toward the future at the speed of (digital) light.

"Hawthorne Blvd, named after Dr. J.C. Hawthorne, cofounder of Oregon's first mental hospital, was originally named Asylum Ave."