What would it be like to have no hidden transcripts? Would it be akin to a day among friends, playing cornhole, drinking beer, and grilling brats?
It's strange that at this hotel, people congregate out in the back courtyard at night, like they do in Brasil. Is there no hidden transcript here, or are they leaving the public transcript behind? Maybe the public transcript has gone away, and when there's no public transcript, there is no hidden transcript.
Perhaps this is what Moraline gets at with social media. Here, people grill and drink beer together. There is no large, alienating crowd, no mediating simulacra. Or perhaps people wind down at night and wear their hidden transcripts on their sleeves. It is small and intimate, perhaps that is where the good begins. The trouble begins with too much, too many people. This idea of surplus emerges again.
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