Berardi's The Soul at Work affirmed by a student who calls hyper-cyber-activity a "language" (that maybe I don't understand) and whose professor mom works almost around the clock but "enjoys" it and is "where she wants to be". Cogni-fucking-tariat indeed.

And the fascist machine-music occupying the red brick building on 16th St, with the technofile audience torn between dutiful attention to genius and their own smartphones.