As I dream, the closing bell rings and its tendrils burrow in to impregnate the infections; to draw out the incarnated digital disease and burst the LCD cyst; a tumult of nothingness that attracts with a toxic flash; an overturned structure of superfluous and dying signs, soiling everything, suffocating everything; even in organic tissue, digital implants supplant, rot and crystallize, flicker and swirl, sprout, metastasize, vomit, ejaculate, permanently imprinting the afterimage of today where there is no futures trading. 16mm analog print from four rolls of multiple-exposure film in the camera shot on a Bolex.