May05

hard work is my vehicle transporting ambition to terminal disappointment. As I uploaded into a dream (before sleep deserted me) I patched myself into randomized nightly text adventures or pre-rendered nightmares. Trapped between virtual depixellation, recycling cross-cuts, desynchronisation, wiping, decompilation and disassembly, I acquire just code, just lines on the road. goto the distance. Napoleon,…

Aug15

Meet me. Meet me deep in the heart Of the forest deep, the forest bright, The forest tall and growing, The forest of fir and oak. Meet me, friend, meet me, there. I’ll set my flag and staff, I’ll raise it for your reference, I’ll wait for you to come. Meet me. Meet my heart…