On Becoming a Hologram




Towards Happiness         I Used to Be a Thief         Hidden Filantropist           ON BECOMING A HOLOGRAM            Do Not Be Picky               The Raft of Me

A venture to the cathedral of holograms. A choir-boy welcoming you with hymns. Roleplaying weapons hanging from the ceiling. Let’s write a sigil containing our deep and raw desires. A dance in your collected sigils. The weapons cut it all to small pieces. Collect the sigil puzzle and tread the rhythm of the projection wagon. Videos of the biggest uncut explosions from Afghanistan. Then an open arena to fight each other. We fight the audience, they fight each other, until we fight a microphone. 

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