s100i600

s100i600 Everything bleeds together. Faces, streets, sounds – like liquid glass that never stands still. 100 mg of Sertraline, a veil between me and the impact. 600 mg of Ibuprofen when the blood makes my skin thinner than paper. I drift through this world like an overexposed dream sequence, blurred, muted, untouchable – so nothing comes too close, nothing cuts me open. How long can one keep floating like this? How do we survive a world where clarity is sometimes the worst thing? - toxic combi btw - Everyday phone recordings, layered in TouchDesigner through shifting algorithms – each scene reacts differently to the other, merging, colliding, flickering. A dull, muffled sensation spreads, as if the world is only visible through layers of fog. It’s an attempt to find a way through a world that seems to be breaking apart – between depression, endometriosis, hypersensitivity, and fear.