By skyforbes 
Bataille would recognize the feed: a festival of wasted gestures where death and profit dance together
In 1518, a woman named Frau Troffea began dancing in the streets of Strasbourg. She didn’t stop. Dozens soon joined her, stamping and flailing until their feet bled. Some collapsed. Some died. Officials brought in musicians, thinking music would soothe them, but it only made things worse. This became known as the dancing plague: an epidemic of compulsion, a community possessed by choreography until exhaustion destroyed them.
It sounds absurd until you open TikTok.
Our plague is digital, our streets are feeds, and once again the body is caught in compulsive gestures. One person’s move becomes another’s symptom. A song fragment mutates into thousands of bodies repeating identical motions. The Strasbourg dancers infected one another through proximity; TikTok dancers infect each other through virality. Both reveal the same unsettling truth: the body is porous, irrational and frighteningly easy to possess.
The comparison should be terrifying, but instead it is monetized. Medieval authorities built stages and piped in music. TikTok has algorithms. Both keep the frenzy alive. Both turn compulsion into spectacle. The difference is that Strasbourg officials eventually tried to stop…