At the same time, one can perceive, faintly, an even deeper, more glacial political stasis underneath the frenzy of the present. Rosa calls this the “frenetic standstill,” the Boethian “nunc stans” in which one has no time, but in which an eternal, unchanging sameness afflicts the age, and the only salvation one can hope for is environmental catastrophe. For the feeling of the present moment, the movie Speed furnishes an incomparable allegory: if we lift our foot off the gas, death comes instantly.
Uit Too Fast, Too Furious: In Search of Time Gained, een elegant een veelzijdig essay in Throwback. Goed te combineren met 'Tijdstrijd' van Mark Fisher. Langzaamaan zijn zo de contouren te ontwaren van een complexe problematiek.
