a surface skin with a soft outer tissue.

Is the result of biogenetics not that we, “ordinary” humans, effectively are that—humans who don’t know they are not humans, i.e., neuronal machines with self-awareness?

Where else would one feel ecstasies and raptures if not in and with one’s own body?

Reality, understood as the present, is always anachronistic.

MODULE#08 [A STATE OF FLUX]

Five Poems

The Edited Body for a Particular Purpose

Reliance Principles

Blade Runner 2049

The feeling that your time Is dwindling

The repetition did not drain my sound however: it converted it to something gradually more familiar: from a song to a foil: to a membrane of my own.