YOU DIRECTED A CHAOS
YET I AM THE AVATAR OF CHAOS
Performance
COMMUNICATION IN THE WAY OF ART
The situation began with a team project, but the team members had difficulty coming to a consensus. So, my friend Lio created a concept of her own - chaos, and through targeted information disclosure, organized all the team members, except for me, under this concept of chaos, a cunning genius.
I liked and respected Lio's idea and decided to sincerely join this project after three days of contemplation. At that time, my research had progressed into the post-modernist society, where resistance to oneself was incorporated into the system, rendering resistance powerless. In the project, I discovered that no matter what role I tried to play or what actions I attempted, my identity would be quickly swallowed up by Lio's concept of chaos. Regardless of my determination to oppose the chaos, her concept would render it meaningless—— In fact, capitalist realism hardly rejects a particular kind of anti-capitalism. It is materialized in our actions at the cost of the beliefs we show.
- “ Capitalist Realism”
The fundamental issue in all of this is that true chaos doesn't actually exist in this plan. What exists is a performance about chaos organized through order, much like the existence of a deity (fabricated by the crew) would not be shaken by an actor's attempt to resist during a theatrical performance. Actors experience their own physicality when resisting within a system that includes both the positive and the negative aspects, as seen in the case of theater: "This performance is dedicated to a fabricated deity" and "The actors all know this is a performance, and the deity is false." This can be further extended into the analysis of the subtle relationship between wizards in “structural anthropology” and witchcraft in primitive religion - wizards are those who know best that witchcraft doesn't exist but must figure out how to make themselves believe it does. Our society is filled with countless doubts about the value of our work for society. In countless, time-consuming reviews that sustain social bureaucratic structures, individuals hold onto their own disbelief while imposing regulations on others.
PART1
MAKE UP
The entire society is not a simple system. There's already a relatively clear approach to breaking through the concept of "chaos" in this narrow context directed by Lio: the solution to this situation can only be found at a more fundamental level of the concept rather than just its form. As for this project, there is no real chaos within the project called "chaos," organized by Lio - everyone knows what they will do to each other, and the events occur in a space where everything is visible to all members (except me). Everyone seems to be making efforts for chaos, but this effort is entirely established through order, and true chaos doesn't exist within the project.
So, I found the key to unravel the mystery: I would become a natural disaster, an embodiment of true chaos, descending upon this false ritual. I would make people talk about something that they claimed to exist but didn't truly believe in, finally appearing before them.
I would become the embodiment of chaos through the following three parts:
1：I wouldn't communicate with any of the members; I would be their unpredictability, just as they would be mine.
2：I would blindfold my senses to make myself unable to predict my own location and the dangers in the environment.
3：I would cover myself with paint-soaked strips to expand my influence when in an unconscious state.
There is a paper with the describtion on the people.Through this way, I split myself and created the embodiment of chaos that knew nothing about plans
PART2
MY PERSPECT
With a proclamation, I sank into chaos.
After everything descended into darkness, I quickly lost my place, much faster than I had imagined. The earplugs weren't as effective as I thought, but the noise of the surrounding crowd, converging, lost its direction. Everything plunged into the unconscious ocean.
I fragmented myself, creating a chaotic embodiment with no knowledge of the plan.
Suddenly, a liquid heavily splashed onto me; this should be from Lio, her response to me.
I meandered towards a void, thinking it was a window. (But it was actually the exit of the exhibition hall).
It felt like I stepped on a nail.
It seemed like many people were surrounding me.
It felt like I collided with a hard object.
It felt like I was being driven by someone.
IT’S THE AVATAR OF CHAOS!
PART3
PROGRESS
There was only darkness.
The behavior continued for about thirty minutes, and the most interesting unexpected occurrence during the process was that an increasing number of people began to direct my actions with their voices, especially Enzo. Hearing happened to be the sense I couldn't fully successfully block, and in the later stages of the behavior, it was filled with countless instances of "no wuda."
