As technology collapses all distances
into a cybernetic (w)hole
we enter the funhouse of surfaces

where mediated immediacy
crowds out all semblance of intimacy—
with the ten thousand things.
As technology collapses all distances
into a cybernetic (w)hole
we enter the funhouse of surfaces

where mediated immediacy
crowds out all semblance of intimacy—
with the ten thousand things.
They say that the way out is through: that the way to the other is through the self: that the way out is through going in. But it’s just as true to say the flip side of all this: That it is by going out that we find our way in: That we are born to explore: That we are mobile creatures with limbs and a sex for a reason: That we’re here to move about and engage and discover how life flows, how life is flowering through us—reincarnated as it were in a particular way through each one of us: For it is out there where we find true intimacy with all that is ultimately within.