Press FIRE to Start M. Woods

The digital sickness sprouts under the surface, a master vaudevillian; the vaudevillian is trained in the art of distraction and spectacle, but even its act falls flat when the material is run over and over again. The digital sickness s material never grows old, it just gets mundane. In fact, it can never grow anything, because it sucks and vomits nothingness like a cold liquid fluid, a grain grid, where even randomness is digitized; where even that which is captured organically is caged and tainted pixel meat beaten raw by carnival barkers. Thanks to Karissa Hahn.