HOMAGE TO THE PIXEL...

HOMAGE TO THE PIXEL

A blip. A dot. Then, a tumbling of form. From nowhere, comes somewhere - emerging, like dawn. Then the roots, they go searching; ‘til they forget whence they came. Looking back at their past like they don’t all share the same name. Now a network. A melee. A trillion nodes. Each act like the first dot, not realising they’re home. So onwards 'The Search' that should have simply looked back. For 'We' were always, already, one body, unpacked.