Chris Trottier on Nostr: The other day, my wife asked me, “Hey, do you want to go IKEA?” And I told her, ...
The other day, my wife asked me, “Hey, do you want to go IKEA?”
And I told her, “IKEA stands as a monument to the death of God, the hollow echo of a world where transcendence has been dismantled and flattened like so many particleboard shelves. In a time when the divine has been declared dead, what remains is the cult of the functional, the worship of the ready-to-assemble. Where once humanity turned to the heavens for meaning, it now assembles meaning in the fluorescent-lit aisles of this modern Valhalla, following instruction manuals like sacred scripture written by faceless prophets of efficiency.”
“Oh, come on!” she said, “I just wanted a shoe rack!”
And I told her, “IKEA stands as a monument to the death of God, the hollow echo of a world where transcendence has been dismantled and flattened like so many particleboard shelves. In a time when the divine has been declared dead, what remains is the cult of the functional, the worship of the ready-to-assemble. Where once humanity turned to the heavens for meaning, it now assembles meaning in the fluorescent-lit aisles of this modern Valhalla, following instruction manuals like sacred scripture written by faceless prophets of efficiency.”
“Oh, come on!” she said, “I just wanted a shoe rack!”