a body is a host is a webshop
my body: doesn’t exist in zeros and ones;
my body: is not my body;
my feeling about my body: is belonging to
AN ALGORITHM;
we are: creating algorithms;
algorithms: to which we can’t stand up to;
our bodies: are extensions of zeros and ones;
my body: is composed of zeros and ones with
BUILT-IN REALITY;
our reality is the manifestation
of the digital consumerist realm;
our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones;
we are constantly experiencing strange feelings towards our
own bodies: shame, rejection, need for improvement or even
very strong negative emotions like hate or disgust. this affects
our perception as well as our behaviour: our lives resemble an
around-the-clock attempt to cover some things up whereas
uncovering others.
is: a host
touch me: feel my skin trembling
touch me: feel my screen enlighten
touch me: feel nothing more than the sleekness of glas
ontouchstart: search my inner archives for
GUIDANCE
at the same time we are completely numb when it comes to
respecting the bodies of others—humans, animals and plants
alike—treating them like resources: inanimate capital waiting
to be transformed, translated into zeros and ones, bent until
fitting certain numbers.
is: a webshop
translate:
a need = zeros and ones
gathering more and more: of themselves
zeros and ones: determine destiny
translate:
a touch = a tap on one side, a bargain on the other
zeros and ones: are feeding on all kinds of fear zeros and ones: are extended humans
zeros and ones: disconnect us from ourselves zeros and ones: are having and giving life
zeros and ones: are the better bodies
our bodies and our minds feel naked when not connected,
when not attached to a certain kind of device. we are
persistently seeking the attention of zeros and ones and their
results, holding on to them, gripping them while being gripped
by them. our movements—physical and mental motions
towards ourselves and others—are controlled by algorithms.
interacting with them has become our most prioritised, yet
unrecognised, task which seems to gradually develop
resemblance to breathing but with a slightly opposite effect:
consuming our time, our lives and eventually our bodies.
