There was a time when power was obvious.
Schools had bells, factories had whistles, prisons had bars. You knew when you were being watched. Michel Foucault called it discipline - the art of shaping obedience through rigid institutions.
Then the walls disappeared. In 1990, Gilles Deleuze gave this new world a name: the society of control. There were no orders, no commands. Just a system that kept you moving, always adjusting, always optimizing.
A school without walls, yet you are always being tested. A job without a factory, yet you are always being ranked. A world without prisons, yet you watch yourself, correct yourself, discipline yourself.
What need is there for chains, when a man willingly tightens his own?
Schools had bells, factories had whistles, prisons had bars. You knew when you were being watched. Michel Foucault called it discipline - the art of shaping obedience through rigid institutions.
Then the walls disappeared. In 1990, Gilles Deleuze gave this new world a name: the society of control. There were no orders, no commands. Just a system that kept you moving, always adjusting, always optimizing.
A school without walls, yet you are always being tested. A job without a factory, yet you are always being ranked. A world without prisons, yet you watch yourself, correct yourself, discipline yourself.
What need is there for chains, when a man willingly tightens his own?