The undominated, the untamed, in earlier times concealed in the domus, is unleashed in the homo politicus and economicus but under the ancient aegis of service, Dienst. It’s necessary, one might say, that shareable matter be densified to the narrow scale of domesticity for anti-matter to deliver its hatred from each body. Homo re-domesticus in power kills in the street shouting ‘You are not one of ours.’ He takes the visitor hostage. He persecutes anything that migrates. He hides it away in his cellars, reduces it to ashes in the furthest ends of his lowlands. It is not war - he devastates. Hybris break apart the domesticus modus. And the domestic remodelling will have served to unleash hybris.

The ruin of the domus makes possible this fury, which it contained, and which is exercised in its name. But apart from this case, the case of evil, I find it hard to think that in general the emancipation of singularities from out of domestic space-time favours, on its own, freedom of though. Perhaps thinking’s lot is just to bear witness to the rest, to the untameable, to what is incommensurable with it. But to say witness is to say trace, and to say trace is to say inscription. Retention, dwelling. Now all memory makes a work. So that at the very moment when thought bears witness that the domus has become impossible, and the facade is indeed blind, it starts appealing to the house and to the work, in which it inscribes this witnessing. And the fact that there are many houses in the megalopolis nowadays does not mean that there are no longer any works, nor any works to be produced. It means that works are destined to be left idle, deprived of facades, effaced by their heaping up. Libraries, museums: their richness is in fact the misery of the great conglomerates of council flats. The domus remains, remains as impossible. My common place. But impossible is not only the opposite of possible, it is a case of it, the zero case. (197, Domus and the Megalopolis)

The only kind of thought - but an abject, objective, rejective thought - which is capable of thinking the end of the domus, is perhaps the thought suggested by techno-science. … Much more complete, much more capable of programming, of neutralizing the event and storing it, of mediating what happens, of conserving what has happened. Including, of course, and first of all, the untameable, the uncontrolled domestic remainder. End of tragedy, flexibility, permissiveness. The control is no longer territorialized or historicized. It is computerized. There is a process of complexification, they say, which is initiated and desired by no-one, no self, not even that of humanity. A cosmic zone, once called the earth, now a miniscule planet of a small stellar system in a glaxy of pretty moderate size - but a zone where neg-entropy is rife. The domus was too simple, it left too much remainder that it did not succeed in taming. The big techno-scientific monad has no need of our terrestial bodies, of passions and writings used to be kept in the domus. What it needs is ‘our’ wonderful brains. When it evacuates the dying solar system, the big monad, which is cosmically competitive, will not take the untameable along with it. Before imploding, like the other celestial bodies, with its sun, little Earth will have bequeathed to the great spatial megalopolitian monad the memory that was momentarily confided to the most intelligent of earthly species. But the only one of any use for the navigation of the monad in the cosmos. So they say. (198-199, Domus and the Megalopolis)