POSTPOSTPOST returns with its second volume: 666 pages, 60+ contributors, another indefensible inquiry — what is real?

In an era where human agency is allegedly displaced by algorithms, capitalism increasingly ‘lifting’ itself from its material constraints, and ecological breakdown floating as an ambient “new normal”, life persists as meaning collapses; affect takes over as an axis around which reality is negotiated. The colloquial has embedded shorthand, catchall words with metadata to express the visceral, all-too sharp and pointed feeling of something being too real: “fr”, “real”, “chat/grok is this real?”. Everywhere, we grasp at attempts to affirm reality in a material way.

Our cover girl, Bianca Censori, seems to sit at the center of questions around reality, projection and myth — contributing with a manifesto, she joins over 60 writers, artists and thinkers aboard the POSTPOSTPOST train.

Vol. II is a centurial publication that decided not to wait another century. It sets a psychoanalytic reading of AI beside a MrBeast Turing test; Gaza-as-de_dust2 beside a tutorial on how to earn Thielbucks; Triple T battles Grok for V-Bucks beside a meditation on entropy and disappearance; vorarephilia beside the avant-garde's own obituary. Contemporary critique and brainrot theory, printed on the same paper, taken equally (un)seriously.