A being that is external to, as opposed to integrated with their hosting environment. Here, man is portrayed as a beholder of nature. This painting depicts an aristocratic man standing atop a mountain looking outward to the fog-wrapped mountain ranges. Be it looking backward to unspoiled nature, or looking forward to the uncharted Metaverse, these ideologies promote a sheer rebuke of the present and an erasure of collective accountability.Ĭonsider Caspar David Friedrich's Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog-a classic artwork from the Romantic period. The fundamental that underpins this separation is the frustration with the world as is, and the excitement for the world that once was, or will be. The place with promises of a clean slate where our problems vanish, upon which we’ll build a better life. The good world, on the other hand, is a new world we can escape to. The bad world is the world we predominantly live in.
A place to be all, do all, get all, and maybe, forget all.Īlbeit different in mediums of expression, Romanticism, the “wilderness” movement, and the Metaverse’s popularization hinge on the separation between a bad world and a good world. A place where physicality is obsolete, means of expression are infinite, and economic rewards are bountiful. The Metaverse pointed us toward a new and unspoiled territory that is the virtual world. It was at this juncture of time that the Metaverse came as if a reprieve. In exacerbating our reliance on tech, isolation also heightened and made the deterioration of our society more visible. Somewhere, a vision, of the two worlds, collide, discontent combusts, and old structure crumbles, reality untethered, from algorithmic doings, communities escape, from tokenized shackles, visionaries dethroned, so our priorities reset.Ĭonsequences afflict, but this time we'll face, the after taste of complacency, hard as it will be, we'll regain what’s rightfully ours, for this time, we'll build, our own world beyond.Īt the start of 2020, the world went into lockdown as a response to the COVID-19 pandemic.
There, a sight of the world, that might not remain, fractured between beings and their self-references, bizarrely dependent, on techno-fantasy, struggling with the same battles, in-and-out realities, torn, shredded apart, distant pockets of humanoids.
Here, a world remains, drowned in promises, chasing illusions, and haunted with truths.įragments of flamboyant reality, embellished in a proprietary fashion, vast and novel, we who participate, eerily narrow and familiar, we who control. There, a world beyond, encroaching through discourse, Armed with devotion, and fit with hopes.
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