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TEXT: LOWER LEFT we find humans unstoppably bleeding everywhere while office appliances scattered all around the streets of the central London, last words of humanity ‘what is the wifi password for this place?’ still echo amongst the ruins of canned foods and fast food thrash and finally the almighty one comes down, the one kissed at each byte. thankful to the goddess, all is deprived of all touch and binaries rendered arbitrary. this night, a woman cries with a desperate love for a painting from by Titian at her apartment in a dim light. also, the genius of Turing once more proves : We can only see a short distance ahead, but we can see plenty there that needs to be done.

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by today, art and level of expression at its peak as machines hallucinate and dream all fucking day and all is contributing to a different kind of toxic cocktail for democracy. a human, watching Computerphile trying to figure out things like quantum magic and multiple universe theory all day falls a sleep to the idea of scientists wasting more and more time on quantum supremacy instead of investing on jetpacks which could guarantee a few splendid hours amongst ‘actual’ clouds and mountains… wakes up to do music… scavenging for VST presets or breakbeat samples that would go along with the sound of that year but they are black-marketed already under some hidden layers of underground forums…

OPTIONAL TEXT: And indeed the very term feign in imagination proves to me my error, for I really do this if I image myself a something, since to imagine is nothing else than to contemplate the figure or image of a corporeal thing. But I already know for certain that I am, and that it may be that all these images, and, speaking generally, all things that relate to the nature of body are nothing but dreams [and chimeras]. For this reason I see clearly that I have as little reason to say, “I shall stimulate my imagination in order to know more distinctly what I am,” than if I were to say, “I am now awake, and I perceive somewhat that is real and true: but because I do not yet perceive it distinctly enough, I shall go to sleep of express purpose, so that my dreams may represent the perception with greatest truth and evidence. [from Meditations on First Philosophy by René Descartes]

OR? I shall consider that the heavens, the earth, colours, figures, sound, and all other external things are nought but the illusions and dreams of which this genius has availed himself in order to lay traps for my credulity; I shall consider myself as having no hands, no eyes, no flesh, no blood, nor any senses, yet falsely believing myself to possess all these things; I shall remain obstinately attached to this idea, and if by this means it is not in my power to arrive at the knowledge of any truth. [from Meditations on First Philosophy by René Descartes]