How does the politicization and even weaponization of affect and vulnerability inform the affective conditions of the artist and the writer? How does the commodification of love and creativity affect us? Under these conditions, the realms of phantasy and imagination may provide both affective and material (infrastructural) refuge.

The space of imagination is often conceived as a place of freedom, and a safe space. But is that really true? What does an insane reality do to our fantasies? To our imagination and desires? What happens to our imaginary spaces when an increasingly hostile reality leak into them? Who will fit in there? Is there still room for us? Or is there a risk that we end up as exiled from our own fantasies?

The room that fantasy, dream and desire open up can be a place for affective dynamics that aim for love, emancipation and equality, but when do they become a breeding ground for hate?