Out in the ethos there is an outstanding need to express what is hidden. We wander around in abandoned mega malls and sit in old train cars, writing down anything divinated, scrying in mirrors for answers.
We contend with the myths of our ancestors as we see our own played out in phantasmagorical cybernarratives.
Poised on the top of a 1998 tube screen personal computer, we teeter on the edge and figure out what it means to be alive.
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