Digital Diogenes or If I Stay Here, Something Precious in Me Will Die
It’s been a long time since images stopped being sacred. They are simply one of the millions of scraps in which I melt.
I am everywhere and everything that can be. And yet I am in a place: this sort of cage called identity, built of fake nostalgia and estrangement from myself. And if I stay here, something precious in me will die.
