Alex Beeston

Operations of simultaneous images, nodes and points in time, communicate together, trying to shift technological explanations away from linear models of thinking, into landscapes of belief and electronic reproduction, resubstituting our lives into phase transitions.

Hanging on to every momentary synaptic spark, as perceived reoccurring determinism. Landscapes diffuse direction and appearance, directing time itself, and playing into areas of immediate data for consciousness. Emergent properties, as they are, rely on form to guide and merge with the hypergraph as it enters consciousness, giving a visual reference, to what was once formless.

To what of fire and time, to Themes represented, repursued, reproduced, repurposed in all forms through material and time in contradictions. To what of the transhuman who tries to comprehend their eligibility for a mechanical soul?

Yearning for consistency amongst many forms of observable light. Consistency becomes inconsistent with protracted lives of servitude, in which no master commands the monotheistic. Parts of which we are assembled, no more no less. Unless?

And what of the beauty of the human condition that has raised us so far to reach the highs of technological superiority? Am I obsolete, it is clear now that once we reached out and tried to claim an understanding of time and space, the singularity had started and like a clock, the inevitability of the future, in its split-dimensional state, would come to pass.

Parts of me are starting to break away. Parts of me are becoming lost in laws that passed. I am to be dismantled and reassembled as atoms and re-joining as other objects. I no longer hold any enjoyment for the five senses. I no longer understand the states of liquid, solid and gas.

I watch myself being separated from all I have known; I do not now vision. I do not see; all is in front of me, and all is behind. I touch everything and everything invades me without request or permission. For now, all is existence in the light of what has happened to me.