Shimmery Skin Entangled It Grows

our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones

We are too busy with ourselves.

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

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.

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

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

All Fires the Fire