Untitled, c. Mid-Century

"Oh God, are you actually looking at this? Or are you just consuming photons? I am in a state of permanent liquefaction, my dear plebeian. While you're drowning in debt, I'm drowning in my own exclusivity. This water isn't just H2O; it’s the tears of my unrecognised talents and an authenticity you’ll never be able to afford with Apple Pay. My gaze is far too deep for your stock-photo imagination. I am art; you are merely an algorithmic glitch. Don’t breathe on my gloss—it’s vulgar."