Disanthropic

There is, again, a peculiar beauty in the disanthropic moment. Of course, people are only temporarily absent—decentred from the narrative focus by war, rumbling just over the horizon—and by no means irredeemably banished.

In contemporary ecological mobilizations of the weird, by contrast, we observe a tendency to celebrate the weird as a feature of a disanthropic world—a world in which human agency has been absorbed by nonhuman forces.