We are too busy with ourselves.

Desire cannot be satisfied because it is defined in lack, but it can be recreated in fantasy.

The fetish for glow, the iridescence, and shimmer growing over our bodies like a skin made of light, cannot be detached by references to enhancement, the almost untouchable, the undying dream of artificial.

a body is a host is a webshop

The self is full of love relationships, which seem to be things.

Curatorial practices co-exist within an abstract system dictated by an algorithm.