Once upon a time, Giacomo Casanova wrote a little utopian story called “Protocosmos”. It described the blissful life led in a wise republic located at the center of the earth. Its inhabitants are hermaphrodites. They walk around in the nude. Even if they all they drink is mother’s milk, they are still just and intelligent, constantly inventing refined technical devices, producing artificial gems and other precious stones. Once the people from the surface reach this strange world of Protocosmos, they gradually begin to corrupt it, infecting its innocent inhabitants with lies, violence, avarice, and spite. But Casanova the great seducer wasn’t able to fool anyone with this story: basically, the text was a flop.
In our time, a Post-Cosmos in its own right own surrounds us, a world of complex consequences.
__ Introduction by Pavel Peppenstein