Symbols become symbols only by changing sides. The most significant signifier thus is the empty space, the void, the abyss. It points to absence, lack, longing and desire. The Moebius strip, with his one singular side, eternally changing sides and staying the same, has to get lost in order to stay. Doors have to remain impossible to open to be passed. Decisions have to make themselves, instead of being made.
We are slaves of the dark energy of the crystal brain, subject the Voodoo correlations of massaged data harvested with neo-animistic dragnets. Psychoscopic completeness in the vegetative state, garnished with silicone-wafer-thin cerebral carpaccio.
We desire and demand the institutional critique of something we haven’t yet understood as an institution. We are already institutionalized and in a critical state. The Old Space can be seen from the New Space, but not the other way around.
I cannot move. Pharmageddon, Apocalypso, and Phantomschmerz. I am a phantomime.