A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he’d taken and the corners he cut… and he’d still see the matrix in his dreams, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colourless void….
He’d lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he’d almost forgotten what real fear was.
With the destruction of the Digital Commons in 2016, the internet was no longer the place I knew from my teenage years. The mass utopian vision warped into a collective scream as I slept on the edge of my bed every night, endlessly scrolling.
The mental environment is saturated by signs that create a sort of continuous excitation, a permanent electrocution, which leads the individual mind as well as the collective mind to a state of collapse.
Following the opening day, the exhibit will be on display through October 2.
A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he’d taken and the corners he cut… and he’d still see the matrix in his dreams, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colourless void….
He’d lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he’d almost forgotten what real fear was.
With the destruction of the Digital Commons in 2016, the internet was no longer the place I knew from my teenage years. The mass utopian vision warped into a collective scream as I slept on the edge of my bed every night, endlessly scrolling.
The mental environment is saturated by signs that create a sort of continuous excitation, a permanent electrocution, which leads the individual mind as well as the collective mind to a state of collapse.
Following the opening day, the exhibit will be on display through October 2.
A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he’d taken and the corners he cut… and he’d still see the matrix in his dreams, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colourless void….
He’d lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he’d almost forgotten what real fear was.
With the destruction of the Digital Commons in 2016, the internet was no longer the place I knew from my teenage years. The mass utopian vision warped into a collective scream as I slept on the edge of my bed every night, endlessly scrolling.
The mental environment is saturated by signs that create a sort of continuous excitation, a permanent electrocution, which leads the individual mind as well as the collective mind to a state of collapse.
Following the opening day, the exhibit will be on display through October 2.