Alvin Toffler’s notion of Future Shock (1970) described the psychological disorientation produced by accelerated technological and social change. What was once theorized as a “shock” has today expanded into a permanent condition — a storm of information, agendas, and struggles exceeding the capacity of our mental processors to cope.
Future Shit Shock translates this state into a visual essay. Borrowing from Toffler’s warnings and rechanneling the aesthetics of MTV’s Future Shock video series, the work inhabits the feverish zone where prophecy, media overload, and cultural noise converge.
Rather than offering a linear dystopian narrative, the film operates as an ambient signal: a fragmentary meditation on acceleration, collapse, and the impossibility of pause.