Profound.

The abundance of technology – and by this I mean The Digital – that surrounds us gives way to a new sight, one of lossy propriety and faulty compression.

The lyricism,
a critical prose even.

Spaces unwound by an interwoven hyperjunk; like gryphons and sphynx further mutilated by a falsely identified mass. Our vision is still handed to us. The absence of our senses is an obligation if we are eventually expected to use them.

Sometimes, I wish I still had the balls to talk/write like this, but honestly, I’m not 100% sure what I’m even saying.

re-found on Sean Cubitt‘s Blog.