inter_view

  • >_ ANAYA :
  • >_ LEI :
  • >_ BLAKE :
  • >_ SOREL :
    la condition d’apparition exclut la possibilité de se voir

reflective frame, 9:16, nft

gogowatcher: gaze dissolved, performance stable

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watch the fracture open slowly

direct mind-to-mind communication reveals hidden thoughts and intentions                               You only notice me when I’m gone                               your absence kept generating new versions of you                               biotechnology enables physical evolution, altering the definition of beauty                               I regret the things I never said aloud                               No longer bound by flesh, they explore infinite possibilities                               You twist every truth to suit your narrative                               fungal networks infiltrate the internet, connecting minds, the dance of solitude is no more                               they archived my feelings as corrupted data                               You profit from chaos, my frustration is your gold                               a sensation disorder strikes, people perceive reality differently, cultivating empathy by experiencing life through each other’s senses                               I dissolve into the silence between words                               dreams become controllable, the random beauty wanes, sparking reflections on the value of unconscious creativity                               You watched me drown, didn’t even flinch                               Longing for what never lasted                               your presence felt pre-recorded                               mycelium-integrated quantum communication enables telepathic connection, redefining human interaction beyond language and distance                               You feed on my frustration, to remain relevant                               You cared more about followers than my feelings                               memory manipulation technology emerges, raising ethical concerns about altering past experiences and reshaping personal narratives                               You edited me out like a glitch in your curated story                               I’m not defined by your fleeting thoughts                               the first human-robot romance blurs the lines of love and companions                               You’ve left me in this hollow place, alone                               your abundance goals only remind me of my limits                               decoherence reigns, steps disperse, new story starts                               high school math whiz now solves emotional equations                               You ignore abuse while preaching family values                               unseen movements alter reality, dances never fade, the last performance heralds fresh beginnings                               You only listened when the world was watching                               a hacker uses dance as a code to break into highly secured systems                               physicist explores the mysteries of consciousness                               I’ve been afraid to confront the parts of me I hide                               You ghosted me when I needed closure most                               emotional tattoos display feelings, transparent emotions redefine human interaction                               Infrathin harmonics unlock the secrets of universal consciousness                               Your cruelty was aesthetic, my pain invisible                               I no longer ask to be real                               genetic matchmaking ensures compatibility, love stories written in DNA sequences                               You turned my vulnerability into your personal advantage                               you called it care, I felt erased                               they found a way to generate infinite clean energy using only the power of thought                               Your silence is louder than your fake sympathy                              

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memo, my way

stalker, andreï tarkovski, 1979
a guide known as the stalker leads a disillusioned writer and a skeptical professor through a forbidden zone where reality shifts around human desire
their journey toward a mysterious room becomes a haunting meditation on faith, knowledge, and the hidden depths of the mind