Weibel Welcome to tonight's panel. We gather to examine a condition so total we no longer notice it: the disappearance of distance. The map has become the territory. The far is near. The delay is instant. The stranger is a notification away. What happens to the human when space collapses — not merely geographical space, but the distances between public and private, between presence and absence, between the self and the other? I ask our panelists: is distance a form of violence we are right to abolish, or a form of care we are wrong to lose? Let me introduce Vilém Flusser, Joseph Weizenbaum, Hannah Arendt, and Paul Virilio.
Flusser Distance, as I understand it, is the interval between encoding and decoding. The photograph abolished the distance between the eye and the world; the telephone abolished the distance between voices; the screen abolishes the distance between bodies. But here is the paradox: the closer the technical image brings us, the more abstract the other becomes. The person on the screen is not nearer — he is flattened. He becomes information. Distance was never merely spatial; it was the space of interpretation, of imagination, of the not-yet-known. To abolish distance is to abolish the interval in which the other can become real. We do not see more; we see faster. And speed, as Virilio will tell you, is not proximity. It is the acceleration of abstraction.
Weizenbaum I wish to speak of a particular distance: the distance between judgment and action. When a drone pilot kills from thousands of miles away, the distance is not merely technological — it is moral. The bomber who flies over a city sees what he destroys. The drone operator sees a screen. Distance once imposed a cost: to harm, you had to be present. Now the cost is borne by the abstraction. I am not nostalgic for suffering. I am warning against the disappearance of consequence. When distance collapses, responsibility diffuses. The therapist who diagnoses via algorithm, the judge who sentences via data — these are not efficiencies. These are abdications dressed as progress. Distance was the space where conscience could operate. Without it, we have efficiency without ethics.
Arendt The space of appearance, as I have called it, requires distance — not the distance of separation, but the distance of relation. The public realm is where we appear to one another as distinct persons, each with a unique perspective. This requires a kind of spacing: we must be near enough to see one another, and far enough to remain distinct. The virtual realm collapses this spacing. Everyone is equally present and equally absent. The body — which is the site of action, of speech, of the unexpected — disappears into the avatar. Natality, the capacity to begin something new, requires a space where the unexpected can appear. A screen is not such a space. It is a surface of projection, not of appearance. The end of distance is not the triumph of the public; it is the dissolution of the public into the private, masquerading as connection.
Virilio You speak of space and conscience, but I speak of speed. The dromosphere does not merely shrink distance; it obliterates the dimension of depth. The near and the far become equivalent because both arrive at the same velocity: instantaneous. This is not closeness; this is the collapse of perspective. The integral accident of our age is not the loss of distance but the loss of arrival. Nothing arrives because everything is already here. We do not travel; we refresh. We do not encounter; we stream. The self, deprived of the journey, becomes a point without extension — what I call the terminal body. Distance was the temporal cost of spatial change. Without that cost, there is no change. There is only the eternal present, which is not presence but stasis. To be everywhere is to be nowhere. To know everything instantly is to understand nothing.
Weibel Four perspectives, four elegies for what we have lost without knowing we had it. Flusser tells us that distance was the space of interpretation — the interval in which the other could become real. Weizenbaum warns that the collapse of moral distance is the collapse of conscience itself. Arendt reminds us that the public realm depends on a spacing we are now dissolving. And Virilio — with his relentless acceleration — shows us that the end of distance is not freedom but the loss of arrival, the terminal body that goes nowhere because it is already everywhere. What emerges is this: distance is not the enemy of relation. Distance is the condition of it. To abolish distance is not to achieve utopia. It is to achieve a kind of loneliness so total we no longer recognize it as such. The task, then, is not to return to isolation, but to recover the art of distance — the patience, the slowness, the interval. Thank you, panelists. The distance between us, for this moment, remains.