All in the Mind

If we have a car and drive it every day we do not assume that we could drive it onto a beach and on into the sea. Cars are not designed to do this. Human beings have their design limits too but unlike cars the limits are rather vague and at their outermost are overwritten by ideological forces that have no mutuality with human physical limits.

While most humans may, if they have the opportunity and the inclination, elect to train their bodies so that unusual feats are possible, they will eventually reach a limit that lies well beyond everyday limitation yet represents an absolute terminus point. To push beyond that limit or to be pushed beyond it is to court trauma, probably in the form, at least, of physical damage of some sort.

Where elite athletes experience the swings and roundabouts that are seen as integral to their profession and, as a result, have a rational context for their disappointments in a structured environment, any mental health issues that arise will mostly be transitory. The focus of this essay, however, is on the far greater constituencies of those who have been pushed to their limits by adverse and chaotic circumstances beyond their control.

It is generally the case that all physical trauma will have an attendant and adverse psychological dimension, even if this does not arise contemporaneously. Proportionality is often erratic insofar as a brief, mildly injurious event may provoke either a modest reaction or an enduring and substantial disturbance.

At this point in the 21st century there may be a greater proportion of people in the global population suffering from severe distress than at any time. This supposition, in turn, conjures a vision of a future in which there are more people with untreated or unacknowledged stress disorder than there are those without it.

Clearly the most readily diagnosed stress disorders are those endured by Holocaust and genocide survivors and battlefield veterans. In the case of the latter, diagnosis of stress disorders has developed alongside the reluctant and therefore gradual acceptance by military doctors of the fact that ordinary people can be disordered by stress. The disorders were originally seen in military circles as regrettable evidence that some soldiers are more cowardly than others. The nomenclature of disorder reflects the attitudinal shifts: we have grown accustomed to the emergence of ‘shell-shocked’ soldiers from the wastes of World Wars I and II, then the ‘battle fatigue’ endured by British and American servicemen in World War II followed by the catch-all ‘combat stress reaction’ (CSR), a term that encouraged the development of a more detailed military medicine taxonomy eventually leading, in the wake of the Vietnam War but not until 1980, to the most severe and disabling condition being designated Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) as distinct from the transient CSR.

Veterans increasingly feature in documentaries which, probably quite accurately, characterise them as suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) then substantiate this by constructing one-to-one interviews that culminate in the subject succumbing to grief and incoherence. The incoherence, it should be noted, is entirely articulate in its expression of the collapse of resistance in individuals pushed beyond the design limits of any human being.

This emerging sub-genre of confessional war documentaries commonly features a highly trained and hardened professional member of the military who is asked to describe a terrifying battle experience or campaign and, more often than not, can do so haltingly but grippingly. The interviewer affects to be winding up the interview but not before asking the interviewee how they feel now about episodes that may have taken place decades earlier. Held in close shot, the veteran pauses, his eyes well up and he begins to talk about the death of close friends and platoon members who were killed in combat, often a few feet away from him. He may also refer to the children and families whose members he and his comrades executed in the course of operations. The spectacle of strong, grown men undone is invariably upsetting, not only because of empathy with their grief, bereavement and guilt but also, from the viewer’s point of view, the undermining of assumptions about the essential characteristics of maleness.

The interviewed veterans may be recalling events that took place two years or fifty years ago – the traumas cannot be shaken off. At best, it seems, they can be ‘pushed to the back of the mind’ but not expelled from it.

The veteran’s traumatising memories are almost unspeakable but the succumbing to grief, the unleashed flashbacks, the invasive and distressing thoughts can all be seen as components of an effective attack on a lifelong training designed for the maintenance of composure. Such a training is not restricted to veterans, of course, it is initiated for us all shortly after birth.

An indirect result of the TV documentary viewers’ exposure to such material derives from the submerged but logical suggestion that if these tough guys can get fucked up then so can we. Maybe, albeit in less violent and terrifying circumstances, we can all succumb to oppressive experiences by not only sustaining physical damage but being marked by related stress for disproportionately extended periods.

The ultimate objective of the foundational processes of civilisation and socialisation in relation to the individual is to eliminate the risk of such an egregious disassembly. The constituents of our minds are not naturally harmonious and might not be suited to an overall integration but the prospect of our being reduced to a discordant array i.e. a condition known as ‘madness’, is sufficiently horrifying to encourage the construction of an identity – an arrangement that is seen as stable, unique and acts as a bulwark against social contagion and personal dissolution. To lack an identity or a sense of identity is to be wretched.

Those manifesting disorders that cannot be readily linked to distressing and, ideally, recent experiences are often offered reinforcement to the cause of identity maintenance in the form of derisive advice to ‘Suck it up’ or ‘Get over it.’ This school of luxurious thought may stem from the possibility that while symptoms describing PTSD are found in extreme cases, such as those arising from combat, bereavement, assault or accidents, the bar for the diagnosis of ‘lesser’ stress disorders is set too high. It may be that levels of stress associated with everyday life significantly and routinely overlap with those related to terrifying and shattering experiences. In other words we are generous with labels for conditions generated in the most dramatic circumstances but far less so with those that proceed from what appear to be mundane situations.

It is perhaps easier to admire those whose disorders have some heroic dimension, as in the cases of those returning from the battlefield: their distinction has been earned and the disorders are not neurotic or self-indulgent. The wives, mothers, daughters and relatives who were not called to battle but generally consigned to spectatorship at home did not qualify for psychiatric categorisation because it is not possible, in this view, to experience significant stress in the home. This is one of those covert compacts that entail a conspiratorial disavowal of shared anxieties in the name of maintaining esprit de corps. It is not disputed that those at home have endured protracted disquiet but it is assumed that once they are reunited with their returning family members their distress will be alleviated. Their anxiety is normal. Their stress is manageable.

As noted above, diagnostic terms exist for a range of stress disorders, including those featuring the above mentioned ‘significant stress’, but within military and military medical circles their relatively low profile stems from an initial suspicion that those presenting with classic ‘shell-shock’ symptoms were malingerers swinging the lead. This irritable reaction to soldiers who dared to be unmanly persisted throughout World War I and their summary execution by firing squad was gradually and reluctantly administered with the provision of psychiatric units and dramatic interventions such as anaesthesia and cold baths. Notoriously, in 1943, General Patton, confronted by two battle fatigued soldiers, accused them of cowardice and slapped them round the face. By this time, however, it had become difficult to ignore the increasing numbers of post- battlefield soldiers who were not merely moody but chronically damaged.

It appears that rather than risk an epidemic of medicalisation wherein disabilities are endorsed and multiplied at the expense of social coherence and self-sufficiency, the milder classes of disorder have their diagnosis withheld, not by the medical establish­ment but those who feel that anything that is ‘all in your mind’ marks the entrance to a slippery slope.

Framed in this way, ‘all in your mind’ describes the purely imaginary, a condition with no physical substance, evidence of nothing more than chicanery. It indicates the lowly status of mental phenomena in a globally diffused anti-psychological culture. More inconveniently  the term also denotes a destabilised condition that may in many cases endure well beyond the period of the healing or stabilisation of physical damage.

In 1940 the possibility of the invasion of the UK seemed increasingly likely after the fall of France to the Nazis. This situation induced widespread chronic anxiety in those remaining at home and the condition could be said to be covered by the term ‘generalised anxiety disorder’. It manifested in excessive worrying (a term used in symptom lists) and similar terms can also be applied today to the experiences of burgeoning numbers of individuals not employed in traditionally harrowing occupations. When the relatively mild term ‘worrying’ is introduced as having diagnostic significance then the possibility arises that worrying is so widespread that to diagnose it is unnecessary and threatens to trivialise the criteria. Those who worry about worriers are worried that the worriers may infect them and give the game away. The game being the maintenance of the idea that most people are not worried. At the moment most people are worried. It might even be useful to develop diagnostic criteria for those who are not worried.

A less prominent but statistically extensive diagnosis is the condition known as ‘acute stress reaction’, sharing an almost identical range of symptoms with PTSD but generally seen to recede within 48 hours to a few days of a traumatic event. When the symptoms persist for up to a month an ‘acute stress disorder’ is diagnosed and when they persist for longer still then PTSD is diagnosed.

The transfer of individuals from the social to the medical field is often an invalidating operation insofar as it produces invalids. The process leads citizens to believe that their infirmities are an individual problem rather than a shaping effect of the state or ‘the state of the world’. They may receive treatment but this tends to be suppressive given that a thorough remediation would necessitate factoring in the collapse adjacent nature of the contemporary global experience.

What may be more to the point is that public awareness has been diverted to the most dramatic disorders in part as a hedge against the emergence of the notion that stress is pandemic and attendant disorders are the new normal.

This distracting operation has reached its limits, however. A tendency to withhold diagnosis has been gradually diluted and the proposition that ‘It’s all in the mind’ has been replaced by an awareness that ‘It looks as though physical trauma is invariably accompanied by mental trauma of some sort’, to coin a phrase.

Some physical traumas may heal satisfactorily but can leave persistent mental scars in addition to the traces left on the body. Furthermore, the bar is being set, in a good way, lower and lower as those suffering from ‘everyday life in the 21st Century’ feel empowered to affirm their disempowerment.

The current concern about ‘over-diagnosis’ is simultaneously progressive and restrictive. How can it be wrong to enable those who are stressed and disordered to receive medical treatment? How can it be right to muffle and deflect inevitable reactions to the maddening dysfunctions of the world?

It wouldn’t be wrong to facilitate medical treatment if the administering of medicines was not so thoroughly medicinal – that is to say lacking a significant psychotherapeutic dimension. The solution is obvious: every town and city in the country should have a team of fully trained therapists who give free, regular counselling to citizens initially on a drop-in basis then, on the basis of a referral, weekly or bi-weekly 50 minute sessions. It will never happen.

Overdiagnosis is said to prevail when the symptoms subject to diagnosis are unlikely to cause future harm to the patient who is, nevertheless, labelled and in some cases, given treatment. The further argument for minimising diagnosis in order to avoid stigmatising swathes of the population is persuasive, especially if it were the case that stress disorders could be readily remedied. This latter, however, is not the case. While many stress disorders are susceptible to therapeutic intervention, the accessibility and availability of appropriate remedial responses is severely limited. The alternative is psychotropic medication in which contact with physicians is largely restricted to the monitoring of dosage and assessing the desirability of changing or combining medications. Given the difficulty of accessing any form of treatment, the aspiring patient may derive modest comfort from being awarded a label.

The third season of ‘Educating Yorkshire’ (Channel 4, UK) is fascinating, inspiring and moving. Since the initial two series in 2013, covid has ravaged school attendances and levels of anxiety in school children have risen considerably.  Some of the Year 8 kids in Thornhill Community Academy, Dewsbury are presenting quite florid symptoms of distress, such as Tourette’s and chronic ADHD. Their teachers are patient, firm and unfailingly supportive. It becomes apparent, however, that while it could not be described as a skill, the kids are not only enduring chronic stress but osmotically absorbing the sense of generalised anxiety that pervades the home, the school, the leisure time, the streets that lead to these sites and the social media that hystericise them. This enveloping mode of unease would consist of an array of destabilising inputs that equal, if not outweigh the manageable or mostly manageable so-called everyday stresses that we are encouraged to take in our stride.

The key question is ‘Does it really matter if lots and lots of people are suffering from conditions that are all in the mind?’ Let’s say that some people are hypochondriacs. The luxurious school of thought would entail ignoring these people. Another approach might conclude that hypochondria is a mental health issue. There could be a middle way wherein you say ‘The ailments of which this hypochondriac complains are imaginary but the hypochondriasis (illness anxiety disorder) is susceptible to some form of treatment’. We don’t, of course, have the human or financial resources to cater to this 1-2% of the population or, indeed, the 5-10% of individuals who worry excessively about their health but don’t meet the full criteria for a diagnosis (Criteria in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5)).

The gradual multiplication of ‘new’ classes of stress disorder could be taken as an indication that such disorders are proliferating rather than their being inconsequential or even nonexistent. The notion that this needlessly creates populations of invalids must be carefully qualified: since the characterisation of PTSD as an extreme response to extreme experience has achieved wide circulation it has become possible to consider less dramatic models of the condition. While PTSD features unthinkable or unspeakable or uncontrollable contents and behaviour, it is clear that many individuals are and have been reporting levels of chronic anxiety, uneasiness or worry which, in turn, are reported to doctors and eventually arranged in terms of their severity as subsets of stress disorder.

There were, of course, widespread disorders in existence before the terms were formalised but their status as being ‘all in the mind’ in the most negative sense precluded their being taken seriously with the implication that all the subject had to do was ‘change your mind’. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT), in fact, rose to this challenge splendidly, plundering then jettisoning Freudian ideas in order to construct a behavioral management technology based on the idea that is possible to ignore, suppress or sideline invasive thoughts in order to make room for more agreeable mental events.

What is needed is considerably more diagnosis, but this suggests that there is something profoundly dysfunctional at the heart of society. The runaway figures for stress diagnosis  do not indicate that doctors are credulous or that patients are snowflakes. Both factions know something is up but articulation of this insight is a threat to national security. There is something profoundly dysfunctional at the heart of society.

In general the tendency to ignore or at best under-diagnose those who present with signs of anguish is not a sign of compassion so much as a reflexive attempt to dismiss any possibility of the spread of contagious weakness. The most catastrophic outcome of such an outbreak would feature a despicable idea bubbling to the surface: that we are all, without exception, much weaker than we think we are. In turn, it is not that we really believe we are stronger than we are but it is imperative that this idea should prevail in order to preserve public order. Less stringent turns of thought will be suppressed.

The anger of those who deride the ‘over-diagnosed’ is largely fuelled by envy. In a culture of vigilant individualism the only solidarity resides in the sharing of the experience of not being able to share experience. Such is the value attributed to self-sufficiency that to dilute the supportive criteria for the condition is regarded as tantamount to “Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria” (Ghostbusters, dir. Reitman, I. 1984). Yet here are the diagnosed weaklings in their droves, surrendering to the sickness that threatens to return bodies to slime and getting all the attention for giving up!

Not only is chronic self-sufficiency a fortification against the admission of weakness, its relinquishment would, it is feared, not just expose the inner weakling but actually liquefy the subject beyond the reach of any reconstitution.

The generously termed ‘over-diagnosis debate’ is a Victorian notion that, at a point when the world seems about to ignite, serves to smother a body of feeling that demonstrates a widespread ability to appraise a network of threats with considerable accuracy. The act of diagnosis, while conferring, as noted above, the questionable benefits of categorisation on the patient, is an endorsement of the existence of disorder on a grand scale, such that the individual is drawn into a pool rather than being an anomaly at its periphery.

Nevertheless, the extent and persistence of disorder, expressed in a variety of ways, continues to be under-diagnosed.

Human beings are not designed to withstand as much stress as we are encouraged to believe. We are not nearly as strong or as resilient we feel we should be. The ones that actually are strong and resilient have exceeded their natural capacity. It is, of course, possible to be strong and resilient both within and beyond one’s natural capacity but  resilience does not necessarily stretch to an ability to move beyond the limits of one’s resilience. That would be resilient to a fault.

To live beyond one’s capacity is damaging. It is, of course, very well regarded, widely admired and seen as the fount of our best endeavours. In many circles it is considered to be the seal on a pedigree that indicates the fullest realisation of human potential.

The admiration of such an achievement goes some way to assuage damage that will never be erased. If no admiration or endorsement is forthcoming then the damage will persist uncomfortably beneath the level of consciousness.

The current population of Gaza is approximately 2.1 million. It is evident that the entire population is experiencing extreme stress. If the situation is ever resolved then the managers of that population will be responsible for applying therapeutic support. This will not happen. There are too many people.

At least 17,000 children in Gaza are unaccompanied or separated from their families. Many of these will have also sustained life-changing injuries. It is likely that, in terms of mental health issues, initially acute and then chronic disorders will affect the majority of this group, possibly for the duration of their lives.

Studies of the lives of post-Holocaust survivors have shown that symptoms of PTSD will be prominent for at least 50 years after the Holocaust. During this period typical symptoms include recurrent distressing memories; repetitive dreams (night terrors in children); flashbacks, or intense psychological or physiological distress when reminded of the event; inability to experience positive emotions like happiness, success, or love; feeling detached from oneself and emotions, or experiencing dissociative amnesia not related to intoxication or traumatic brain injury; avoiding thoughts, memories, or feelings related to the traumatic event, as well as external reminders (like people or places); sleep problems (difficulty initiating/maintaining sleep); irritability and rage attacks; abnormal alertness, distractibility, or an unusually strong reflexive reaction to sudden environmental events; reliving the traumatic event as if it is happening again, which can include physical symptoms like a racing heart or sweating. (DSM-5)

There are indeed therapies that can alleviate or diminish these symptoms. Among the more successful approaches are those that involve the revisiting and reprocessing of traumatic memories in order to reduce their power to overwhelm. As noted above, the point is it’s very difficult to get the appropriate treatment.

If the statistics from Gaza are extrapolated to a consideration of the global distribution of comparable fields of conflict and catastrophe, including not just wars and genocides but famines, climate change events, bereavements, accidents and assaults but also the less dramatic so-called ‘ordinary’ stress-inducing events and situations that blight the experiences of those in work, out of work, out of love, out of home, out of country, in debt, wanting to get on, wanting to get off, wanting to get out, listening to the news, not listening to the news, sleeping poorly, eating badly, barely eating, enduring invasive thoughts, worrying, not getting over things, being sad, being flat, being not quite there then there will come a time, if it has not already come, when stress-induced premature cognitive decline will reach globally pandemic levels and change will be arrested.

At some point in the course of this panpsychogenic development the various modes of decline will inevitably affect behaviour to such an extent that when children currently blighted grow up and have their own children the latter will be fortunate not to inherit intergenerational trauma, in which the trauma of one generation is passed on to the next generation. As many as two or even three generations may succumb to this mode of transport. Studies of Holocaust survivors’ offspring show increased symptoms of PTSD, greater anxiety risk, and altered stress hormone levels. Similar patterns are found in the offspring of parents who have had experiences including famine, war, terrorism or sexual abuse. Epigenetic studies show, furthermore, that the genes of traumatised individuals may undergo modifications that are passed down to descendants in the form of  conditions that reflect in some way the post-traumatic experiences of the parent generation.

It is not medical diagnosis that is problematic but the concomitant assumption that what is revealed by the procedure, in the cases of those presenting with anxiety, is primarily biological in nature rather than sociopsychological. If treatment follows such a diagnosis it will leave much to be desired insofar as symptoms will not be traced to personal experience and/or social conditions but will be chemically suppressed or rebalanced, leaving root causes unexamined. A further concern relates to the great difficulty of securing timely appointments within the health system. In relation to this complication there is a view that simple diagnosis is better than nothing at all: it situates the patient who may feel that to be shaped by a situation is preferable to navigation without a compass, even if you never get anywhere. This fairly romantic view is given the lie by the subsequent experience of the  ‘diagnosed invalid’ wherein anxiety continues to prevail but is compounded by uneasiness about the likelihood of receiving timely treatment.

The process of reporting symptoms to a doctor is not in itself problematic, the pseudonymised data generated will be submitted to national databases in order to identify tendencies and patterns in public health. At this point in the mid 2020s the statistical value of such data is that they suggest epidemic and possibly pandemic levels of mental health disorder. The scale of such a situation makes it unmanageable yet it must somehow be managed. Despite the limitations of the medical model it is more likely than not, as emphasised above, that patients will receive medication rather than psychotherapeutic intervention. Referrals to mental health services are, of course, routinely made but can take four months or more to materialise due to the uneven distribution of psychiatrists across the country and the current national backlog of 6.25 million post-referral pre-treatment cases, a figure that includes referrals to mental health services.

If the psychiatric path will, in most cases, lead to the administering of psychotropic medications and these, in turn, will defer rather than facilitate recovery then instead of applying ‘diagnosis’, which carries inescapable medical associations, it might be more fruitful to simply to ’describe’ an individual’s experience in a framework that encompasses a social dimension.

Much of the above has been ruefully acknowledged throughout the current century. The paradoxes of over-diagnosis seem far from resolution and will remain so until a progressive biopsychosocial model is implemented. The problem is, of course, that such a model will raise a volume of mental health disorder reports on a global scale that cannot possibly be processed.

It can be argued that socialisation itself has become pathogenic inasmuch as the norm has been elasticated in order to admit contents that can, in theory, be neutralised by admitting them. The logic would seem to be ‘We cannot possibly cater to pandemic mental health disorder so we must adjust the boundaries of the norm in order to include and thereby disarm contents that had previously caused those boundaries to be constructed.’

An assertion in a Guardian article from 2020 that ‘we are all facing entirely normal fear, anxiety, despair and confusion’ (Johnstone, L.) will give the norm a bad name unless, as she goes on to make clear in her qualifying statement, it is conceded that ‘[we are all facing]… a truly terrifying situation that challenges our whole way of life.’ This significant elastication of the norm recasts the norm as a non-safe or only marginally safe place rather than a dependable territory which routinely features manageable difficulty. The elastication preempts a crisis by discouraging those who would press for a greatly expanded social analysis that, if practically implemented, would gravely challenge resources.

Anxiety casts its shadow across populations that feel increasingly rootless and unshielded and many will feel that this is not normal. Some will seek diagnosis, some will not subsequently receive treatment, of these some will feel that at least with diagnosis that does not lead to treatment because of the logjammed system there is a small amount of relief because you have a name for what you feel, some will receive treatment in the form of medication,  some will feel less upset because of the medication, some will feel less upset because of the medication but also sense that the original problem was not a product of what they are like but because of the environment in which they have spent their lives in the process of becoming what they are like. The treatment leaves much to be desired. The idea that the complaints, or ‘symptoms’ are all in the mind is both naïve and absolutely spot on.

In addition to stigmatising those who are diagnosed and medicalising those for whom psychotherapeutic treatment is more appropriate, over-diagnosis will continue nevertheless to provide an indicator of the extent to which even ‘normal’ anxiety is steadily increasing in volume and may lead to a fundamental modification of the capacity of the norm to normalise. In such a case the centre may not hold, it may become fissile.

 

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quote from Mulligan et al.:
One recent paper called for a stronger evidence base for humanitarian action and proposed that “epigenetic research can be potentially beneficial to address some of the issues associated with refugees and asylum seekers”. We propose that a better understanding of the nature and long-term effects of intergenerational trauma may encourage policymakers and humanitarian agencies to provide targeted resources to vulnerable populations, including healthcare access, special lodging, sanitation, and nutrition. We note the scale of the global refugee crisis: by the end of 2022, there were 108.4 million forcibly displaced people worldwide, including 62.5 million internally displaced people, 35.3 million refugees, and 5.4 million asylum seekers. Our results also have clear relevance for societies such as the U.S. given high levels of interpersonal violence, particularly against women. The presence of a heritable epigenetic signature of violence has important implications for addressing some of society’s most vexing problems, including multigenerational cycles of violence, abuse, and poverty. Specifically, the possibility that the impacts of these traumas may be mediated by epigenetic mechanisms and passed on to future generations may change the scope of prevention efforts, discourage “victim-blaming” in instances of intergenerational trauma, and spur policymakers to dedicate more resources to programs to alleviate violence, abuse, and poverty.
Finally, we recognize the resilience of traumatized and marginalized populations around the world who have survived and flourished in the face of adversity The role of epigenetics in explaining individual differences in psychosocial resilience has been under-studied. A better understanding of epigenetic mechanisms, with data from hard-to-reach groups in cross-cultural contexts, would enrich empirical knowledge and theoretical understanding of human development. We propose that future research adopt a positive framework to investigate epigenetic signatures of adaptive mechanisms that underly the tenacity and successful expansion of human populations throughout evolution.

Life with the Snippets

This essay is the fourth in a series comprising Rolodex Dreams; How They Arise; Headful and Life with the Snippets

In the Strength Weekly essay ‘Headful’ the conscious mind is described as being perpetually full of apparently rootless fragments and snippets in addition to coherent thoughts and memories. These items are easily or deliberately ignored and routinely discounted. Their elusiveness makes them seem as if glimpsed out of the corner of the eye. Some of them – if they are identifiable at all – may appear more than once, as if they had some purpose, perhaps a mission of some sort. In the past and even now, to some extent, it may have been more straightforward to regard them as ghosts rather than aspects of oneself.

It not necessary to supernaturalise them, however. If the presence of fleeting figments of consciousness is found intriguing rather than of scant significance then it might be useful to view some of them, not all of them, as potential components of dreams. Given that stimuli from the outside world crowd upon us without letup and must be sorted and graded if we are to get through the day, and given that packets of mental activity are constantly emerging into consciousness without apparent stimulus but probably from within rather than without then it is conceivable that some portion of the material not directly attributable to the outside world has not only overflowed into consciousness but is apparent for a reason.

At least two categories of fleeting thought come into focus. There are those fragments too small and brief to be identified and therefore ripe for dismissal. In addition there are those of a duration that enables them to be seen as nonsensical or unintelligible or just plain irrelevant. The former are side effects of a massively complex ensemble of electrochemical systems but the latter may be within striking distance of decryption and worthy of retention.

It is also conceivable that the function of the charged fragments resides in their applicability to dreams. If the mind has an innate drive towards the dream then it is clear that in non-sleeping hours this inclination is inhibited. The experience of falling asleep, however, is not always uneventful or abrupt, it is often characterised by the gradual but eventually irresistible dissolving of thoughts and images and their replacement by less coherent and often outlandish material as sleep approaches. This tendency towards apparent incoherence may also be a fundamental property of mind.

The incoherent pre-sleep imagery can be regarded as trailers for the extended sequences that we all have once sleep cancels awake. Most people forget most of their dreams, probably because while dreamed incoherence is a language it is conflated with incoherence in the everyday world and dismissed as unworthy of attention. There is continuing debate about the extent to which we impose narratives on our dreams in order to make them acceptable, that is to say even as we recall them we are cleaning them up, perhaps rearranging incidents, patching in memories from elsewhere, recognising elements then consolidating around that recognition.

If this were not done then dreams would be entirely incoherent and we would be compelled to consider if they were therefore trivial or just nonsense. This is quite commonly assumed to be the case but, as suggested above, a different grammar may be in operation.

We should not dismiss the possibility that this disintegration of ordered thought is a form of analysis which, in turn, generates sequences of association that can contribute to an understanding of the ways in which everyday experiences are received and processed beneath the level of consciousness. Unfortunately, these protodreamy fragments are only around for a few seconds before the shutters of night are drawn across them. Doubtless there are techniques available for extending one’s visits to this submarine realm.

It could be argued that very early stages in the structuring of the mind presented a set of conflicting systems designed to privilege the unconscious. At some vague point a very long time ago this relatively uncomplicated hierarchy needed modification in order to facilitate the organisation and continuity of increasingly demanding everyday business. The strong tendency to dream was not extinguished, it was overlaid with borders that were not impenetrable but functioned at the least as brakes upon the possibility that early humans succumbed to magicality and sat around all day until, to their surprise, they starved to death.

However, in order that the trains may run on time and individuals are not absorbed into frequent extended reveries, a vast civilisational apparatus has evolved over millennia to corral and regulate the dreamy side of our nature.

In the ‘The Ego and the Id’ (1923) Freud set out an enduring scheme for an anatomy of consciousness. An interlocking arrangement of systems of expression and regulation would reconcile the continuous, conflicting tendencies of the mind envisaged not as strata or compartments or repositories but dynamic domains in which instincts, drives, memories, wishes, real-world experiences, actions and feelings are aligned with outer-world realities and moral frameworks. None of these constructs or constraints functions optimally. There is spillage, overflow and leakage, there are remnants, offcuts, junk and debris. Nevertheless, some of these discards retain value in that they supply outlines, borders and evidence of the limits of our tastes.

17/04/2025

Headful

This essay is the third in a series comprising Rolodex Dreams; How They Arise; Headful and Life with the Snippets

In the Strength Weekly essay How They Arise  a species of elusive mental event is referred to on a number of occasions. Such events are frequent, brief, fleeting, barely perceptible, partially formed, wispy and indistinct – they are not quite ‘full’ thoughts but take up at least as much time and space as thoughts that are deemed useful or important. They are routinely and necessarily suppressed, overlooked or ignored and widely viewed as irrelevant and dispensable by-products or waste products of an otherwise fundamental and essential streaming process.

It could be said, however, that by designating these products as dispensable their suppression is more readily achieved. This observation would only have value if the elusive moments could be shown to have some meaning or significance. The essay referred to above expands upon this notion.

It has occurred to me since writing the essay that while the delivery mechanisms of thought are not well understood, the apparent lack of significance of some mental contents may obstruct an analysis of another influential set of phenomena.

Freud did not believe in ghosts but, in a consideration of the processes of repression, wrote ‘a thing which has not been understood inevitably reappears; like an unlaid ghost, it cannot rest until the mystery has been solved and the spell broken’ (‘Analysis of a Phobia in Five-Year-Old Boy’, (1909). Also known as the ‘Little Hans’ case). Ten years later, in ‘The Uncanny’ (1919) he proposed that ghosts – the ones that people see – are manifestations of unresolved psychological issues.

In the Freudian account unresolved issues can be personified (or ‘ghostified’) but in addition it may be the case that it is not just the content of these issues that animates the ghostly apparitions but the manner of their entry into consciousness.

Elsewhere Freud wrote that ‘The human mind, while guided by reason, is also an abode for intangible yearnings, much like the way ghosts linger in the periphery of our consciousness.’ There is a distinction be made here between ‘intangible yearnings’ and ghosts that ‘linger’. The former are invisible but the latter have a lingering presence that can be seen. At some point a threshold is crossed and the intangible is transformed into the visible.

Everyday mental life features, in addition to coherent chains of thought, countless partially formed elements of mental process – snatches of conversation, passages of nonsensical words, floating faces, unsourced images, not to mention a confetti of fragments from films, TV and newspapers, splinters and slivers in transit from the high and low points of encounters, conversations, greetings and farewells, snippets and traces that appear and rapidly disappear, registering as unidentifiable glimpses that are experienced as disturbances at the very periphery of consciousness.

That these bits and pieces and scraps and sherds are generally considered to be worthless may not only reflect the view that consciousness must be constantly decluttered if it is to operate efficiently but also that the very elusiveness of the particles of clutter marks them as untrustworthy. It is possible that although a thought may be suppressed or extinguished within moments of its arrival, the thinker may experience a fleeting sense that it was not trivial, that it may have been disquieting. This may induce uneasiness and anxiety or, for some individuals, indicate the intrusion of mischievous or malicious supernatural entities. It seems likely therefore that while some ghosts are all mouth and no trousers others may carry concealed weapons.

In this reading, ordinary mental life is a minefield of potential mishap to be stewarded in time-honoured fashion by processes of repression and suppression. These operations are largely second nature and mostly efficient. The risk, as ever, is that the baby is suppressed along with the bathwater. The disposable is consigned to oblivion but the baby must find ways of getting back into circulation. This may entail subterfuge and an eventual role as a bit part consigned to the edge of the stage where the disenfranchised and the homeless hang out. They can walk through you if they feel like it but you can walk through them if it helps.

25/03/2025

Related Essay:

Life with the Snippets

Speedboat

In 1978 I heard about a novel that was formally unusual. Parts of it had been published in the New Yorker between 1971 and 1976. The novel, Speedboat, by Renata Adler, was described in a way that piqued my interest considerably. I had read Kerouac’s On the Road in 1962, my last year at school, and Burroughs’ Naked Lunch shortly after that. By the time I’d come across Beckett’s Watt in the mid 60s I had a strong sense of the kind of reading I would pursue for the foreseeable future.

Reviewers said that Adler’s book was fragmented and experimental. That was enough for me. It had chapters with titles but every chapter was divided into a succession of small clusters of paragraphs framing a succession of anecdotes that were variously funny, tragic or funny and tragic. The anecdotes were about strange people living in unsatisfactory buildings and areas in New York and their adventures and misadventures that were received, by them, with either excessive or minimal affect. The paragraphs were rarely sequentially related but the events in them were all retailed by the same narrator, a young woman journalist finding her way in New York. This young woman was herself not overly emotional, having at times an almost Warholian distance from the collisions and calamities that beset her acquaintances.

I enjoyed it, partly because it was experimental and I was anxious to maintain a steady input of experimental culture and partly because it was enjoyable.

I gave a copy to my elder daughter when she was about 25. She found it interesting but I don’t think she particularly liked it. I was surprised to find it was still in print back then.

A few days ago I wondered if I still had my copy somewhere. I did. I eased the slender UK Picador from the bookshelf and started reading again. I found that the structural characteristics of the book – its plotless, vignetted anecdotal style – had, in the last 47 years, become unexceptional. The successive sections eventually succumb to a predictable rhythm independent of their content and this has a muffling effect on the liveliness of some of the events described. Also the flattened, jaded reactions of the narrator to events that are startling, despicable, infuriating, strange, hilarious and so forth are now aspects of a tone widely apparent in the barely-committal matter-of-fact that’s-the-way-it-is shit-happens it’s-sad but-what-can-you-do urban disaffection applied to their fictional characters by writers as dissimilar as, back in the day, Donald Barthelme (less dispirited than Adler) or, more recently, Brett Easton-Ellis and Patricia Lockwood. The two latter will isolate events but do not withhold a continuity that develops the narrator in order to depict the exhausted landscape through which they pass.

This reduced but stylised engagement is found in the reporting, by some fiction writers, of shocking or just eventful, events in a reluctant, reproachful tone that suggests a disappointed innocence, a doleful acceptance of something that is all too revealing of how fucked up everything is. So fucked up. I like this tone – it may be low on detail but executed without too much self-pity it can be entertaining.

Reduced affect as a response to an unmanageable volume of potentially destabilising inputs presents as a wearied, listless detachment or, as above, the stylistic equivalent of an expressionless cool on the Warhol/Clint Eastwood spectrum.

The stance is not, in a literary context, as conservative as it sounds – its minimality is often witty and provocatively compact. It attests to a reluctant assessment of a world whose myriad dysfunctions have overwhelmed the human capacity to analyse causalities or organise responses.

None of which diverts me from page 67. Where, to my great surprise, I read, in an account of the author’s flying lessons, ‘To stall, you deliberately climb too sharply, until you feel the engine cough. The plane shivers slightly. That’s a stall. It is time to push the nose down and the throttle fully up. R. D. Laing aside, it seems to be the only way to level off.’

The radical anti-psychiatrist Ronald Laing had published, in 1960, his controversial and widely read ‘The Divided Self’ in which he proposed a fundamental revision of attitudes to madness, advocating that it should not be arrested or medicated or treated with electroshock or other punishments but seen as a potentially liberating journey that should be completed.

The book received considerable attention and sold 700,000 copies in Laing’s lifetime. It was eagerly taken up by lay readers and revered by those engaged with 60s and 70s counter-culture.

It hadn’t occurred to me that Laing’s ideas had been current in America. A quick search confirms that in the early 70s he was published there and carried out lecture tours. I think it was my own experience with him that somehow made me think that he never left the UK. After a series of terrifying LSD trips in 1963 I made an appointment with Laing who, after a conversation in London, referred me to his colleague David Cooper, another radical anti-psychiatrist. My four year analysis with the latter was colourful to a fault and ended when Cooper took LSD, broke his leg, became alcoholic and went mad. (This is a very compressed account of events.)

Adler (Renata not Alfred) sets R. D. Laing aside in order literally to manage a stalling aircraft rather than taking up his recommendation to allow the condition to develop into a catastrophic conclusion which, in the anti-psychiatric view, would open up a path for renewal. Turning away from flight-as-metaphor she settles for the tried and tested solution: pull the nose down silly billy!

I think in the late 70s that while I was pleased to savour the languor of Speedboat’s narrator, I was more impressed by the novel’s formal experiment which has since become well established in the suburbs of the mainstream of literary fiction.

It would be gratifying if the attitude to madness promoted by the Laingians in the 60s had achieved much wider acceptance. However, an acknowledgement of the superabundance of attention-capturing events and the consequent disintegration of experience is now reflected in all the arts and compels the viewer to cultivate a taste for incoherence that sails close to the shores of derangement.

01/2025

How They Arise

This essay is the second in a series comprising Rolodex Dreams; How They Arise; Headful and Life with the Snippets

It’s got to the point now where just about everything I think reminds me of something else.

But that’s what thinking is. An unbroken stream the successive components of which are invariably linked to each other in some way.

While the stream is ‘unbroken’ insofar as thinking is incessant it will, of course, be constantly interrupted by events in the world. The stream will register events, which give rise to associations, some of which are ignored (not without being registered however fleetingly) and some of which are awarded status. Events will reroute any apparent direction being taken by the thought stream prior to their impingement. The continuous flow of thought is, nevertheless, maintained.

So the phrase ‘reminds me’ in my opening sentence is intended to distinguish between an everyday flow of thoughts enhanced by an apparent sense of connection and the same thing comprised of apparently disjointed fragments. The former would be based on sequences of memories in which one thought brings to mind another thought that has characteristics or qualities in common with its precursor. The connected thoughts have the distinction of remaining ’on topic’ for a period of time while those that do not readily reveal their connections may be seen as in some sense homeless.

The idea of sequenced thoughts having something ‘in common’ suggests a connection that is readily recognised. It may also be that apparently random thoughts are, at times, actually connected to their precursors but these connections are not recognised. When this happens the subject may assume that there are no connections to be found and this, in turn, encourages the ‘randomist’ school of thought, which is essentially anti-psychological and consistent with dominant cultural tendencies.

It would be wrong to imagine that ‘in common’ can only refer to similarities that fall within the classes of topics presented by the thought that appeared to initiate inspection. If I find myself thinking about butterflies I may well be reminded about other butterflycentric events or observations but I may equally entertain thoughts that have scarcely any explicit butterfly content. The original thought, which is only ‘original’ for the sake of this argument, also has its predecessors, none of which may have had butterfly content but did contain elements that provoked the subsequent emergence of the butterfly topic.

It may be, for example, that the brief sight of a receding number 43 bus makes one think about butterflies. If a granular inspection of links between the bus and the butterfly were carried out (How would you even begin?) it is conceivable that microlinks could become apparent. Or not.

My opening statement suggests that there is something noteworthy in thinking things then finding that these thoughts conjure further thoughts.  This may simply be a description of all thinking processes. The reason such a bald assertion is resisted may be because when we think ‘What on earth is the connection between what I thought two moments ago and the thought I had one moment ago?’ we assume that the apparent absence of connection means there is no connection – ‘That’s the way the mind is, it just throws up thoughts at random.’

Much of the above implies that thoughts can be seen as discrete events that have a beginning and an end. It is likely that if it were possible to replay a ‘thought’ in slow motion it would be seen to contain a number of associated elements, each of which also deserves to be designated as a thought.

It would be a mistake to muse overlong on perceived similarities between files stored on a computer hard disk and memories stored in some way in the mind. Digital files are inert. Memories/thoughts/experiences stored in the mind carry a charge. That is why they are stored. Perhaps only 1% of them are ever called forward. Perhaps every single one of them exerts an influence. Perhaps they are never ‘turned off’ and therefore always inform the subject’s mental life, if imperceptibly.

On the other hand if the borders of each thought were barely distinguishable then perhaps all mental activity during waking hours should be seen as one continuous thought that is suspended during sleeping hours and resumed the following day. Topics may change but they’re all part of one thought.

Then again such a sweeping declaration is of little use. It would not be possible to get a reliable answer to the enquiry ‘What are you thinking about?’ without the thinker making a rapid edit of a passage of thinking that involved nominating a beginning, an end and some contents.  Which is generally what happens anyway when such a question is posed.

There is at large a disquieting eagerness to regard the various activities of the mind as a poorly curated collection of the random, the disposable, the irrational and the useful. It is convenient to suppose that the latter is the dominant mode and the rest are what you have to put up with. Indeed why, one might ask, are they there at all if they do not have a purpose? What’s the point of them?

A more fruitful assessment finds that an apparently trivial or dispensable thought, if not dismissed or allowed to disappear, comes briefly into consciousness for a reason: it was related in some way to its precursor. As was the latter’s precursor. This approaches a condition in which all thoughts have precursors but it does not follow that all thoughts are therefore important. The delivery process, in fact, may be more interesting than many of its products.

The question of importance deserves attention. Is it only important thoughts that are the products of a chain? Were this the case then would thoughts deemed unimportant not arise at all? That is, would they be held back or extinguished before entering consciousness? This is clearly not what is happening – when the mind is not task-focused it is generally delivering an unbroken stream of thoughts most of which are not important. But who or what imposes these evaluations?

While not all but possibly most thoughts are felt to be unimportant this view does not lead to the conclusion that they are electrical misfires – an inevitable side effect of a complex and largely unfathomable system of brain activity.

It may also be the case that there are thoughts of little importance that simply fail to rise into consciousness. Like the denizens of a low sperm count, they fall back before achieving what could be registered as a presence. Obviously this is speculative – if some thoughts ‘fail’ for some reason, how do we know they ever existed in the first place?

So is there such a thing as a chain-free thought? That is, something pops up, it is not noteworthy, it disappears, it appears to have no precedents that might have generated its brief appearance. One would have to be singularly alert in order to register mental events that evaporate so rapidly.

The procedure of ignoring mental events is, however, worthy of consideration. At some point the sheer and unceasing volume of unimportant thoughts that enter into consciousness must be dealt with. Thoughts that provoke a certain degree of discomfort are subject to repression but plenty of lightweight material gets through and their provenance is not deemed worthy of investigation. Something pops up, it is of no interest, I shall ignore it. And I shall ignore the fact that I have ignored it because life is too short to waste on waste. This is not repression, it can be compared to the serving of an NDA where the issuer serves it upon themselves. It’s an ergonomic supplement.

We have little evidence to encourage the view that any thought that ‘comes to mind’ is the product of a virgin birth compared to a thought that is generated by memory, external events or interaction between these. To insist upon the possibility of a mental event devoid of provenance tends to a magical position in which the mind is a fount of ceaseless invention.

The mind is, however, also a fount of ceaseless invention. New ideas, for example, in the most general sense, did not exist before they came to mind but if it is the case that nothing is ever forgotten then their antecedents may be innumerable.

The notion that nothing is ever forgotten is outrageous – where is all this stuff stored? Given that nobody knows (yet), it is equally outrageous to assume that if something cannot be recalled in memory it has left the building.

If all novel ideas or thoughts have their antecedents then these components should, in theory, be quantifiable. Some of the components may well be identifiable but it is likely that some will not be in evidence. It will not be possible to look for them given that their absence is not detectable. The need to regard ideas and thoughts as having a recipe is understandable but recipes of this order may turn out to have been lacking a complete list of ingredients. Not that you’d know.

It may be the case that some elements of a recipe will be both essential to the recipe and will never ever come into consciousness. Which doesn’t mean that they are not there.

It is unlikely that an attempt at establishing lineage will progress beyond the identification of a very small number of ancestral elements. While it may be possible to tell oneself “I was thinking about horsehair and this made me think about Luxembourg” this is merely a recollection and may consist only of highlights in a stream of consciousness. We may never know whether or not there were interstitial elements in the transition from horsehair to Luxembourg.

Perhaps there are drugs which will enable the subject to examine horsehair with the aim of uncovering its link to Luxembourg and beyond. It’s interesting to note that, to my knowledge, in none of the journalism or literature on powerful psychoactive or hallucinogenic drugs is the capacity to reverse engineer thought to a granular degree mentioned. Profound and possibly life-changing insights are among those revelations routinely scrutinised but this should not be confused with the etiological project to illuminate and examine the components of serial thinking.

Extraordinary triumphs of invention and innovation are achieved every day by exercises in thinking unenhanced by central nervous system stimulants and unsupported by a detailed understanding or knowledge of where the fundaments of thought originate or how they might be recognised.

That said, the primary focus of this essay is on the mental conditions in which everyday thinking, regardless of content, takes place.

In 2021 the field of machine learning underwent a step change when OpenAI launched DALL-E, a text-to-image model that could generate digital images from natural language descriptions known as ‘prompts’. (DALL-E. (2024, Nov 14). In Wikipediahttps://en.wikipedia.org/ wiki/DALL-E)

Large Language Model AIs are activated with instructions or prompts but their instructors do not know what results to expect. The gap is closing insofar as there is emerging a connoisseurship of the language of the prompt that enables assessments of what constitutes a ‘good’ or ‘successful’ prompt.

Alongside the image generators DALL-E, Stable Diffusion and Midjourney are text generators, such as Chat-GPT, driven by LLMs. Both types of generator draw on huge collections of text and images taken from the Internet. Both are said to generate new and original content – content that has not been thought or seen before.

The generative technologies purportedly feature a break with modelling based on either structures of consciousness or what are imagined to be structures of consciousness. The excitement in some quarters suggests that technologies which collect then reformulate/reassemble/recombine or, in some sense, quote from or ‘render in the style of…’, are seen as halfway to some kind of intelligence, be it human-like or machinic.

The generative models certainly overrode one of the obstacles to AI design, namely a predisposition to anthropomorphism that has limited the scope of emerging systems by restricting them to a superficial and mechanistic analysis of the operations of the mind. The vast amounts of ‘scraped’ data will inevitably include a quantity of useless information that has been sucked up in the megascrape. Given that one person’s ‘useless’ is another’s essential component and that neither of these persons can be aware of all the information upon which they depend, the presence of the kitchen sink in a data set casually regarded as containing ‘everything but the kitchen sink’ can only be encouraging given our tendency to ignore or discount many categories of mental events in the interests of mental hygiene.

It would be uncontroversial to note that both our own minds and the data bases exploited by AI contain vast amounts of information and that the purpose of these accumulations is to synthesise novel forms of information. It is probably the case that most people do not know how AI text or image generators work or how information that we humans absorb is memorised, reproduced or becomes part of a synthesized event such as a thought.

Experts assure us that the assertions of technophiles regarding the inevitable rise and rise of AI platforms up to and then beyond the capacities of the human mind are fanciful.  some of the quite recent convulsions in AI engineering give pause to such blithe dismissal. It is conceivable, for example, that while the collectors, or plunderers, of  data will be constrained by their humanness in terms of what they are able to envisage, there may arise, quite separately, breakthroughs in neuroscience that not only constitute step changes in the understanding of mental processes but uncover related structures that are initially manipulated by humans but then prove susceptible to extension to posthuman levels.

Returning to the notion of useless or unimportant thoughts, if an individual suffers from anxiety, as increasingly many do, then unimportant thoughts may acquire adhesive qualities out of proportion to their importance. Anxiety has no axe to grind – it will adhere to anything in its path. It resides as a potential in all minds, a dark lake tending to overflow. It is a mistake to assume that only events or issues that would be expected to make the subject anxious will make the subject anxious. Anything can make the subject anxious. Which is where strength of mind comes in. The application of such a strength can hold these tiresome irrelevances at bay. This is not an athletic achievement – most people just learn how to do it. It involves an ability to evaluate a constant stream of mental events in order summarily to dismiss most of them. Clearly this is an imprecise art but it is a skill, exercised throughout our waking hours. The skill is embedded, it will function efficiently despite being barely perceptible. It lies somewhere between suppression and ignoring.

In relation to personal thought control there is strong cultural support for the no-nonsense school of conscious, willed suppression – criteria for the exclusion of, say, irrational, accidental, disgusting, guilt inducing and gender threatening thoughts, are easy to come by and widely discussed. These anti-psychological remedies can be summarised as either ‘Don’t think about it’ or ‘You probably need to be busier’.

The situation at Berghain, the exclusive Berlin nightclub founded in 2004, widely regarded as ‘the most famous nightclub in the world’, is instructive in this respect:

The difficulty of getting into Berghain is almost as legendary as, or more legendary than, the club itself. (How To Get Into Berghain and Why Not To – Joseph Pearson. The Needle https://needleberlin.com/2015/01/12/how-to-get-into-berghain-and-why-not-to/ )

Visitors to the club must join a queue that is always very long; waiting times range from two to six hours and permission to enter is denied to 50% of petitioners. Aspirants have no idea of the criteria exercised by the door staff. After 30 years no one has any idea. Sven Marquardt, chief bouncer, has been interviewed on a number of occasions and has never spilled the beans.

All would-be Berghain patrons feel they should have a plan. Plans are discussed not just in the queue but in the days before travelling to the club. It may be that the door staff have seen it all (they have) and many people in the queue expect this to be the case. Perhaps, then, the best plan is to have no plan. Just be what you are. Wear what you want. You can’t read their minds. But it’s still worth considering what not having a plan might be like. It shouldn’t, in fact, be hard to act as if you don’t have a plan. You could work on a look, a manner, then act as if this wasn’t a plan.

The door staff are endeavouring to weed out those who attempt to fool the door by portraying themselves as worldly in all worlds. Given the high levels of rejection, the staff have claimed for themselves an uber-worldliness that compels aspirants to examine themselves at every level, including style, comportment, demeanour, degree of self-possession, absence of obsequiousness and lack of eagerness. Berghain is a gay club yet does not discriminate between gays and straights. That said, it has otherwise succeeded in distilling then inoculating its supplicants with their most destabilising preoccupations, delivering to many of the more suggestible ones a withering and disdainful rebuff.

Sure, not every rejected clubber will traipse mournfully away from the grey slab of Berghain consumed by the worms of self-abnegation. But as a working model of a courtly style of imposing abjection it has a violent purity.

Berghain disdain only works because it homes in on our latent sense of unworthiness. Not only that but something Berghain-like seems to be going on in our minds anyway, something that has only a tenuous connection with nightclub protocols. We are, as Berghain bouncers, policing a constantly incoming flow, dispensing entrance and its refusal according to mysterious criteria that none are able to describe. In addition, we are prey to a nagging identification with those who are not worthy, those who may test the borders again another night and keep on trying.

We have ourselves and we have a constant flow of thoughts. Which of these is us? There is me and there’s what goes through my mind. Are these things supposed to define me?  It doesn’t seem fair. Half the time I realise I’ve been thinking and I’ve completely forgotten what it was about. Then there’s all the stuff that’s so random and irrelevant to anything that it vaporises in the blink of an eye. But then there’s the stuff that should be instantly disowned but not because it’s trivial. It’s simply offensive. It’s shameful. It drifts in on the tail of a harmless whatever but it’s not you. Okay, it came up out of the back of your head but what can you do about that? It’s a terrible thing to think. But it didn’t stay long but now it’s gone. I should think so too. Certainly not the sort of thing I want in my mind, so fuck off out.

This is the Berghain model in action but transposed to the realm of interior hygiene: I’m rejecting any thoughts that I consider disreputable yet my mind is blithely delivering stuff that I find shameful and would make me an outcast were it disclosed. This state of affairs is intensified by the withholding from me of any information as to the nature of the boundaries I may have crossed.

If there were anything of value in mental events coloured by anxiety then it would lie in their potential to encourage an engagement with the world rather than the psyche. The world would be tested to determine if the anxiety were justified.

If an unticketed, substandard thought could somehow be captured and subjected to reverse engineering designed to reveal its lineage, would it lead back to a thought or a memory that was important in some way? Possibly. But this assumes that only important thoughts generate a cascading effect. What if all thoughts generated this effect?

The psychoanalyst Christopher Bollas observed that

During the day, we have hundreds of psychically intense  experiences when we conjure ideas from an inner medley of body experience, unconscious memories, and instinctual response. Each experience is fragmented by the associations it brings up: we bring together many factors only to find that whatever lucid ideas we have are broken up in the process. Psychic life during an ordinary day, then, is an endless sequence of psychic intensities and their subsequent fragmentations.

Bollas. C. Cracking Up – The Work of Unconscious Experience, 1995. p4

The mind, were it not significantly regulated, could allow into consciousness all the streams at once. This would not create a meaningful experience so much as an immersion so overwhelming that the subject would beg for the off switch.

You can argue that the ‘disjointed flow of fragments’ is also powered by memory – it’s just that we don’t recognize any links between the fragments.

I‘m not referring to the ordinary thinking mode where you have a thought and it makes you think of something else. Where one thought follows another and much of the time it’s because you want it to. Where there’s a connection between the thoughts and it’s a simple, straightforward one. Without such effortless connectivity thinking would be exhausting. In fact it’s hard to imagine how it would be if, like the telephone engineers who kneel before dark green junction boxes in the street, we were routinely obliged to test countless connections before finding one that seamlessly unfolded from its precursor. (The engineer, of course, is looking for the one that doesn’t work, not the myriad that require no attention).

There’s a temptation here to imagine that that’s the way cavemen thought: laboriously moving from one dead end to the next with no idea of how to move in a useful direction.  It can’t have been like that. Suppose the next thought never came – the caveman would waste away like an apple on the ground.

Take two lines on the London underground system. The Northern Line and the Victoria Line, for example.  Much of the time you can’t see any connection but if you get out at Euston on the Bank branch of the Northern Line you can see the entrance to the Victoria Line a few meters away. You can stand on one platform and see the trains pulling in or out on the other platform. You can go down into the Northern Line and come up out of the Victoria Line. Nobody is concerned to find out how you made the connection. The connection, nevertheless, is the Tube system.

I’d prefer to believe that the thought and the memory were joined because if they weren’t then your brain is just firing off for no particular reason. Does that seem likely? What function would it serve? Is it not equally likely that conscious mental contents that appear to have no purpose are actually coming from somewhere? That they have departed from somewhere? And therefore that stored memories and thoughts enjoy a dynamic potential which will result in every stored component being in some way incomplete and therefore never having the capacity to arise as a sole mental event? Which would mean that there is no such thing as a sole, unitary mental event.

Or maybe you had the thought because the memory prompted it. The memory, just before it becomes conscious, generates a precursor in the form of a thought. Which sort of suggests that the memory wants to get out. Do they want to get out? Are they not content with just being recalled? Perhaps if they are not recalled they want to get out. Which suggests a certain urgency: queues of memories jostling for some fresh air. But that would mean that there resides, within us all, myriad snips, clips, shorts, maybe even features (probably not) that are waiting for their moment in the sun. They’re not just stacked in the vague labyrinths, cupboards and libraries, they’re waiting for their chance.

I think the reason I’ve got to the point where every thought prompts a memory is that I like the idea of it. I like the idea of long timelines feeding into the hub of present perceptions so that every instant of now is orchestrally enhanced at no extra cost. Allowing such an array to be apparent takes an effort, although there are those for whom such an unchecked abundance is an affliction.  You can read, for example, about people with strong synesthesia who find all this chronic and exotic connectivity exhausting, as in that documentary where the woman found Piccadilly Circus overwhelming because everything bright or moving or noisy set off colours and sounds and tastes and she just wanted to get out of there back to the countryside to which she had, some time ago, retired in order to get some peace and quiet, some tastelessness.

There are those people, who are generally foolish, who think that dreams are the product of the brain randomly flipping through the day’s contents, cleaning up or decluttering after a day out. These people should, if they can’t actually work it out for themselves, read some books. Not that they would because clearly they don’t give a fuck. I have no time for them, actually. They are living a life of luxury. Insofar as it is luxurious to disconnect and thereby considerably simplify your days and nights.

However, one should not discount the possibility that you can drift into a random firing state. Maybe when looking out of bus windows. This could be dismissed, in the usual way, by the foolish, as typical default activity, as in “Yeah, when you stop thinking that’s what happens.” Like you could ever stop thinking. Like they think that when you’re not thinking in a big ticket in the window way then there is no thought. When frankly if you could stop thinking then what happens would be completely fascinating. Not just some raggle taggle parade of whatever pops up, that has no value – it would be like a holiday. What do they (the foolish) think happens up there? I say ‘up’ because I can’t be bothered to get into where thinking is. I could but I don’t want to. The thing is, in a bus, you should treasure this so-called random stuff. Sure, it might be trivial but that is very much an Idea Under Capitalism where if you can’t use it then it’s useless. It’s a whole way of thinking: the Waste Disposal model. Shit out these worthless and possibly contagious extrusions (or intrusions depending on how you’re feeling at the time)! The mind – we are assured – needs to declutter, to dispense with the countless stored moments that accrue in the course of a day. But why just a day? Surely the mind needs to dispense with all the intolerable crowding lest it create a sediment that will creep upwards to capture the adventitious roots of new arrivals and confuse the process of taking root. Shit out these seething minds!

If the logic of such a position were rigorously pursued, the mind would simply be an intriguing but inconvenient way station through which information in transit passes before deteriorating into meaningless and vaporous particles. In such a model – the intestinal model perhaps – the mind retains a capacity to absorb informational nutrient as a means of securing its continuation but is not significantly changed by the information passing through it.

The extraordinary aspect of all this is that we are all, including the foolish, operating in the dark. Probably ‘with the dark’ is a more upbeat way of putting it. We are surrounded on all sides by continents of dynamic information whose structures, content, meaning, function, consistency, contradictions and accessibility are at best hard to grasp, often difficult to understand, contradictory and unreasonable. I’m referring to the world at large and the worlds within us, the latter characterised, in psychoanalytic circles, as the ‘unconscious’ (plus, of course, what we can readily summon from our store of memories).

The world at large is, in some respects, easier to analyse – much of it being susceptible to inspection because it’s out there and out there is the favoured locus of attention in most cultures. The unconscious is so elusive that it’s easier not to  inspect it at all. But it runs the show insofar as what is perceptible out there is filtered and shaped by it. It also shapes our endeavours and their fruits, the nature of our customs, manners, values, our sense of identity, and the ways in which we develop relationships, ideologies and economic structures.

It was ever thus. But it’s an annoying proposition. Is there any proof at all that these imperceptible forces even exist? A close look at what comes to mind might reveal traces of unlicensed activity. If a licence was not issued then from where does this activity spring?

01/2025

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