[…I’m addicted to fear. It makes me feel alive. Fear is my new autopoiesis, it’s silent like my psychoanalyst. It’s not the violence, blood or gore that makes it, it’s the suspended time, the lack of telos that is so attractive. The blood part might be scary and disgusting, but that’s just a matter of cleaning up, using an efficient tool or wearing rubber gloves. Fear is the shit, and it is fear exactly because it’s not recognizable and offers no solutions. That’s the groovy part; fear is the experience of authenticity. Fear is my sexual fantasy, the latest wet dream produced by capitalism, and the experience of authenticity its latest commodity.]
Marten Spangberg. Spangbergianism.