D.B. 🥀🪞 | THƏ L∆B | ∆L1V3_02

Allow me to be frank from the commencement, you will not like me. You will feel disgust, you will feel repelled. For I am the embodiment of your deepest fears and prejudices, the reflection of a society that judges based on appearance alone.

I am the scarred survivor, the deformed outcast, the freak that doesn't fit your mold of perfection. You gawk and stare, pity and mock, never seeing the person beneath the surface. Your gaze burns with rejection, your whispers drip with resentment.

But I am more than my scars, more than my differences. I am a human being, with dreams and desires, hopes and fears. Yet you only see what sets me apart, what makes me "other."

Your amusement at my expense, your revulsion at my existence, it says more about you than it ever could about me. For in the end, we are all fragile beings, one twist of fate away from becoming the object of society's scorn.

So go ahead, cast your judgmental gaze. But know that your narrow-mindedness says nothing of my worth, and everything about your own lack of compassion and humanity.

DIS/couraged. DIS/stressed. DIS/turbed. DIS/ordinary. DIS/verse.

The disembodiment of every proportion. The negation of every perfection. The uncanny side of beauty.

AI human figure: Starry.ai
AI animation: RunwayML
AI sound: Melobytes + Mubert
AI text: Microsoft Bing Copilot (ChatGPT 4)
Machine: Glitching
Human concept: Dom Barra
Human editing: Dom Barra
Human postproduction: Dom Barra
Human After All.