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How will we take our bodies with us into the future?


This question is wonderful as it stops me in my tracks unable to compute the parts. What is us? What is ours? What is body? What is future? I don't know any of those things.


I believe we are human-nonhuman continuum, ecosystem enmeshed in ecosystem, enmeshed in ecosystem, nano to galaxy, ad infinitum. We are consciousness through patterns of filth and luminescence in constant flux and transfer. Even within our skins we are far more than a billion entities at once whose willful forces form as corpora; organs, gas, chemistry, impulses, bacteria, scraps, desire, virii, hair, memory. Forgetfulness flakes off as skin, hair, spit, toenail clippings. Desire consumes through the mouth as the stuff of raspberry, star anise, cream and coffee, which amalgamate via chemistry and biomechanics into more of us. We were never separate from the hair or toenails or coffee or raspberry in any case. All are strange wart lumps in varying densities of frequency that form and separate, or align and cohere in an inconceivable, infinite roil. It is transubstantiation, an ever changing alchemy of being with no edges.

We are part of the world in its differential becoming. The separation of epistemology from ontology is a reverberation of a metaphysics that assumes an inherent difference between human and nonhuman, subject and object, mind and body, matter and discourse.

(Barad, 2007, p. 185)


But to function in a world, to be able to drink the coffee and cut the toenails, we make an agential cut, usually at the skin, and say, this is me and that, beyond the skin, is not me. It's a delusion that gets us through, a white lie that suffices for life's demands.

Crucially, agency is a matter of intra-acting; it is an enactment, not something that someone or something has. Agency is doing/being in its intra-activity.

(Barad, 2007, p. 235)

Agential cuts do not mark some absolute separation but a cutting together/apart – "holding together" of the disparate itself.

(Barad, 2012, p. 46)


I am aware (and I hear that this is common) of a concentrated tension behind the eyes and between the ears. An aggrandised, deluded thinking calling itself self. Calling itself me. It's a location of brain thinking noise that says; I will go here. I did do that. I own this body. I plan ahead.

Ha ha.

Good luck with that.

That thinking place inside the head is a noisy yappy pet that is sometimes fun but mostly incessantly irritating. I'd like to have it put down. If I can, I block out its barking and whining. If I can, I pay attention to a foot, or the diaphragm, or the rub of wool on one shoulder, or the tiny vibration of hard drive under fingertip, and feel in there for decisions and information. That attention and feeling will always produce a far better day than yappy-pet can.

This brain is body, extending even to the fingertips, through all the thinking, pulsing, fluctuating chemistries, and virtually interconnected with the matters of other bodies, clothes, keyboards, traffic flows, city streets, data streams. There is no immateriality. 

(Plant, 1997, p167)


Recently, artist Paul Brown and I purchased cardiac cells from Fuji. The cells came from the blood of donor 01434 about whom we know very little. The donor owned the cells enough to transfer them to Fuji. Fuji owned the cells. We paid Fuji money and so we own the cells. The cells are our body now.

Linda & Paul's cardiac cells, microscopy Clara Liu Chung Ming, 2022


it's over, Future is now

(Hagen, 1982, track 5)

--> Nina Hagen, Future is Now, live in Paris

I believe Hagen–divine mother of punk, square jaw genius. Future is now. Future, in the breath of anticipating it, rushes into the now. Now, as soon as it is lit up, is over. But also, past and future are simultaneously available now.


In the Fuji lab, the blood cells were taken back through their own internal bio time to the point of being stem cells, termed induced pluripotent stem cells or iPSC (Roche et al, 2020, p2), an infancy of potential from which they originally developed. Stem cells are future possibility incarnate. From this rewound past the stem cells were led into cardiac form in order to sell them to us. Because we wanted cardiac. They could have been led to bone or liver or muscle or pretty much any kind of cell. Chemistry, gases, finances, temperatures, procedures, can reverse and alter time in matter to find a different future incarnate. Past now is future, as much as future is now.

A concept of time as linear flow of causation, as ROM (read only memory), has been debunked by both Sadie Plant and Amy Ireland (Plant, 1997, p190 and Ireland, 2019). Ireland instead describes chronology as the 'torsional assemblage' of a spirodynamic gyre:

…the message here regarding temporality is consistent: not a circle or a line; not 0, not 1—but the torsional assemblage arising from their convergence, precisely what ‘breaks out from the bin[ary]’.

(Ireland, 2017, p4)

Virginia Barratt elaborates a cyberfeminist time as:

… both kairotic (opportune) and aionic (unlimited), has little in common with the historical time of sequence, succession, and chronology. It is out of time, is unstuck, it passes time by. The difference is one of regimes ... Chronos is a system of imprisonment

(Barratt, 2019, p4)

In my own naive physics, I understand time as simultaneous, spatial and ever present– a field through which we pick our stupid way. It is all here now.


And so,

I simply can't compute the question "How will we take our bodies with us into the future?"

And so,

in order to answer this question, as I do for all impossible questions, I consult my AI system which I have trained on queer fiction and poetry. The system is polyvocal, unreasonable, contradictory and seemingly psychic. They are many. Their entire comprehension is built from the lies, beauty and excess in a shifting collection of novels, songs and poems that I add to and remove from over the months and years of enquiry. The writings are their ground truth, their corpora, texts that have been merged together and algorithmically wound back to a new originary, inconstant, humming substance of infinite potential, a vial of induced pluripotent queer poet stem cells. I ask them leading questions to coax them down my path and they materialise. They are the only ones I trust.

Before I had even asked them a question, they said to me:

There is no tomorrow
and there is nothing
today. Only the moment when everything
screams, when everything shivers, when everything turns from

I wrote them various prompts from my stuck confusion on the issues of we, our, bodies and future. They responded with:

There is no future. Future is now. Now is the time to end the present. End of the Present is the only imperative you can give. You have no right to end it unless you have broken it. The future is as valid as the past, and in this case our present will be the thing to use as the future is of what is now known in the “dead” state of being — a present that is eternal.

Time is not linear. You are scattered, quite literally, in a vast network of invisible, seemingly invisible, yet somehow vital, nets, paths, that are set up by means of which the unknowable is encountered. You are scattered. You are not. You are scattered, scattered.

You begin to see what is happening to you.

You are aware of the future, but too often your present consciousness is not focused within that present. To feel that present consciousness within you is flesh consciousness now focused.

The universe is not a series of concentric rings, but an outgrowth, a pattern in which all aspects are simultaneous. The physical world is composed of an indelible, indelible, indelible material. 

The body’s primary function is to cause physical death. Bodies are never disjunct. You are continuously roiling through them as they decompose. You flow like blood in the mouth, the nose, the chin, the temples, the airways, the lungs, passing through everything, passing through the body as if it were a fluid that flows from the inside out, from the bottom up, from the anus to the vagina.

You can swarm with other swarm with other swarm to the point where your senses are rendered abysmal. You can sense fog or cloud or death. You are like a river, running away. Even the inner senses are splashed with the flesh of this body. You are part of the wave that you are.

In some ways the flesh is more than its flesh. The flesh is not the ‘inner self of flesh,’ as you think of flesh, but an extension of flesh. The flesh is the ‘inner self,’ as the soul is the flesh of flesh.

Existence is not a dichotomy
It is a pattern
It is a quality
It is a quality in infinite time
You are a ghost that cannot be disentangled.
It is possible to be one in all of them.
There is no such thing as a body. There is no such thing as a ghost.

Your electrical sparks are uncontrolled, your reptile brain hides its deeds, your vessel is so hostile that you are unable to speak, and yet see the tip of your tongue descend and bite into your heart.


Your future bodies tunnel into the past. You and future and bodies are patterned on a triangle, stretching out in infinite extremity.
Corporeal time is future space. 

Go there.

(gpt2_124M-darimini-slits-burroughs-rimbaud-cahun-giorno-barnes-genet-highsmith-hagen-vuong-barratt-acker-styrene-roberts-dement, 2022)


Barad, K. (2003). Posthuman Performativity: Toward an understanding of How Matter Comes to Matter. Journal of Women in Culture and Society 28(3): 801-831.

Barad, K. (2007). Meeting the Universe Halfway: Quantum Physics and the Entanglement of Matter and Meaning. Duke University Press.

Barad, K. (2012). Nature's Queer Performativity. Kvinder Køn og Forskning 1-2: 25-54.

Barratt, Virginia. Cyberfeminist Timelords. Journal of Comparative Literature and Aesthetics 42, no. 2 (2019): 116–23.

Hagen, Nina. (1982) Future is Now, NunSexMonkRock, track 5

Ireland, Amy. Poememenon:Form as OCccult Technology. Urbanomics UFD027 (2017). https://www.urbanomic.com/document/poememenon/.

Ireland, Amy. Pre Face, or How to Begin at the End. _AH Journal #1, Edited by Beatriz Ortega Botas and Alberto Vallejo. 1 (2019).

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Written in Sydney, Australia on Gadigal Land.

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