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we’ve created a language. not many understand it but we do, and so we communicate. arranging pixels as if they were pen strokes on paper. there is deeper reasoning behind the works we create.

it’s funny, as unique as we all are, our scars are the same. they told us not to sit too close to the screen, and now look at us, lost in the noise, trying to make sense of reality.

fractured consciousness; fractured imagery.

broken down, distorted, rebuilt anew. time has this effect on us too. it’s only natural the virtual realities we build mimic the physical reality we inhabit.

for now at least…