Forget
THE AUDIENCE

text buzzes & belly-rumbles

could our bodies be recording
devices that receive and share other’s
truths

His behavior on Instagram
Was not far from his
reality


WE FLATTEN.
HUMAN TOUCH

Being together,
Feeling, acknowledging
And letting it go.
I RFELECT
SOMETHING

BODIES RECEVING


I never noticed the tinnitus in my ears

Always checking

Cohesion
and fragments
together

IMAGES
MIRROR IMAGES

Always there to push me back as
I push in equal measure.


I have a terrible story about social media

SPIT IT
OUT

lying is easier on the internet

Does your body panic?


Contrived
moment

Something weird happened
To TIME

AT THE BACK
OF MY TONGUE

My body is the noise of
Everything I ever liked

Mutating like slime
mould

What if the mirror
Was our own
body?


It is not immateralised it
is lost.

ALL I WANT
TO BE

I DO NOT NEED 1000
FOLLOWERS I JUST
NEED MY MOM

Loss when it is not
there, loss when
it is there.

The irony in having A body now


NOT FLAT ENOUGH

it has to be
autonomous

me as productivity machine
programmed by my phone
input+data+body = product (ivity)

The space between
Liberation and entrapment