Binary Love. Algorithm Blues. A convulsive love, impossible dreams, burning and whirring like an overheating hard drive, corrupting your senses.
Every adventure starts with a Wifi connection. But where do we go ? Does it matter? Where is our narrative drive? Anything to distract us from our planned obsolescence.
An intangible mystery of the mind vibrating in my hand. Downloaded straight from heaven. It’s no longer yours. Our secret selves, the strange rhythms of our subconscious, hidden from ourselves, etched into a hard drive somewhere in Greenland. Your dreams flow through the stratosphere, and with that familiar vibration, flows into my life through a hand held device. Every half thought thought, every half said remark is absorbed by the stratosphere.
Share you drive with me, let our data streams merge, and what ever you do, never log off.