We live in a digital forest.

Radio towers overlook our towns, satellites fill our skies, and wires choke our limbs while we sleep. This is neither inherently good nor inherently bad. It is, like most things, neutral at it’s base concept.

The internet was started by one man, a man who has seen where it has gone and hopelessly watches our world be eaten alive by concepts written in sci-fi stories ever since the idea of a ‘computer’ was created.

The government watches your every move, lure you into the slaughter house with promises of comfort, conformity and community, before squeezing your money, time and information out of your soul until you look back on your life only to see emptiness.

Here is where I pretend to live in the world I see when I close my eyes – soft, free, meaningful beyond what the real world could ever give me. My real body is separate from who I actually am. I do not identify with it (exceptions are things such as skin colour and sex, as they change my perception of reality.)

I also use this as a method to desperately refuse what the world is turning into like a luddite but more autistic.