One must imagine sisyphus happy, endlessly pushing his boulder without the possibility of ever reaching the goal. For sure, it is by nature, impossible for the boulder to reach the summit, to imagine sisyphus succeeding in his trial is a fiction. When I was younger I saw this asurdist story as encouraging, but now when i look at sisyphus I see a happy but pityable man. For as absurd as it is to imagine him happy, my ultimate goal is to imagine a further absurd fiction, that sisyphus might one day succeed. The transgression of subverting the absurdist narrative, not by negating it with pure reason, but by extending it further, with a more fantastical fiction. This i see as an amicable goal.
What CCRU misses in its theory of hyperstition, is the crucial transiatory step by which a fiction realises itself. Irony is the pump of the flow of immenetization. The fictionalised 80s nostalgia flows into vaporwave with a critical detatched irony, which is then washed away in the torrent of flows towards Stranger Things. In language, use of memetic langage, take the word "pog". Well documented, these terms begin as fictions, then are used ironically, and then the irony is washed away as it enters a person's idiolect. And so I joke to you:
We must imagine sisyphus atop the hill, boulder and all; emotionless.
edit: lol this post is cringe i was on drugs dont blame me