MEDIA SKIN: The Last Face
At last, only fragments remain. Future. Dream. Noise.
Black & White
MEDIA SKIN: Collapse Under Noise
And then the noise grows louder. It enters through the eyes, settles in the flesh, presses against the mind until even silence begins to ...
MEDIA SKIN: The Uniform
We learn early how to wear the world. Its headlines. Its judgments. Its roles. Its expectations.
What Remains of the Human
They took her head. Not out of cruelty, but out of habit. They wrapped her in coarse fabric, called it order, called it protection.
Shipping Condition
Received at midnight. The package stood at my door. No sender. No sound when it was placed. Only a silent pressure at the nape of my neck...
Lili
Everything is still possible. The line, gently drawn, asks more than it tells.
A silent hill - and so many paths leading beyond.
Loss of Self - the shape dissolves
I am only shadow now, bent to the power that feeds me.
Loss of Meaning – looking into the eyes
I tune myself in, to the chaos, to the frequency of numbness.
Loss of meaning – the view is lost
What I see is empty, but I cannot look away. I’m bound to the void.
