For many years the winds blow slowly against the correlation circle of object and subject, shaping it, transform it, drastically shift it into forms that can be thought as structured around the idea of a lost origin. Giving place in return to a ground that holds myth and ideology, slightly shifted.
And in that period of time a spring of what looks like as post dark enlightenment appear in the archipelagos of our site and thru that place and moment, a gaze throw its presence on us. Subject and object recognize its other in a misunderstood infrastructure of flows and data, through which they re-conformed their relationship with the surround environment, digital or physical. Reconstructed and remixed in a way of a metamagical game, a territoriality of existence and being, that action of moving, of doing, of transport. A trauma in the synthetic function of the subject that can both totalize the field of past and future in the production of the future and thereby regain a require for transformation.
nightly build strong and kept alpha distance between arrays, all that you need to do is to use the coordinates of those ordered nonlocally coupled oscillators and form the phantom the chimera states. another night
And there is he or she saying I am free, free of flesh and bones free of blood and sperm, of brain and hart.
What is to serve a data and bring pleasure on a light surface, reflected and distributed in image cells.
My sperm changing to glowing cells, travel sideline at the edge of lagoon of pixel lights, became grain of digital sand, stitching a viewers view into mirror beaches, transship from (what is) mine to (what is) yours. That devastating pleasure became a contaminated ground and to which we return.