Qualia Extinction argues that certain experiences depend on social structures for their very possibility — and that when those structures are destroyed, the experiences don't just become rare. They become impossible. Gone the way a species goes extinct: not elsewhere, not dormant, not awaiting rediscovery, but permanently foreclosed. The book calls this qualia extinction, and it argues that the process conceals itself from those it affects, because the very capacities you would need to recognise the loss are among the capacities that have been lost.
This is a work of philosophy. It builds on Habermas, Taylor, MacIntyre, Rorty and Rosa. It develops philosophical concepts — the formatted self, recursive self-occlusion, affective topology — with the precision that philosophical argument demands. It does not offer life hacks or screen time advice. It does not romanticise the past.
What it does is name something that has no name. The feeling that something is missing but you cannot say what. The rage that has no adequate object. The grief you cannot mourn because you do not know what you are grieving.
The book passes through that grief. It does not end there. It ends with play: the possibility that even within a formatted world, there remain ways of being that are not yet fully captured — absorbed, responsive, alive to what optimisation cannot reach.