I passed by this new condo on Jackson...

[T]he factory was a body that contained its internal forces at the level of equilibrium, the highest possible in terms of production, the lowest possible in terms of wages; but in a society of control, the corporation has replaced the factory, and the corporation is a spirit, a gas.
The condo complex has replaced the factory, a space of organized and regulated labor. When the Wonder Bread bakery was in operation, people left home, parked their cars in the lot, and entered the site of production. This factory was the negative of the worker's home, which was positive, personal, a place to be oneself (practice a guitar, play checkers, make love, walk around with slippers—you being you). The factory was not about you, but someone else who was hired to perform specific tasks and obey direct orders.
That bakery—the kind of place where one is not one's own self but someone else who might even be your own worst enemy, someone who is always working against your own interests—is gone, but the sign remains. What does this all mean? It means that life (bios) is now the site of production. No need to go to the factory; the system can exploit you as you at all times and places. Even as you snore, there is no slowing or stopping of the extraction of your surplus value. Capitalist production has become a gas; it's everywhere in the air. This is the substance of control society.
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