Niall Ashley

every political tangent and think-piece cowers itself into carbohydrates at the mercy of Content's unsatisfied appetite. mother nature becomes legacy tech, a retroactive aesthetic sitting in the reserves for VC-funded metric boosting. once a camera enters peripheral orbit, our meatspace avatars switch out for holograms bestowing plot armour and a marketing pitch. each avatar suffers from Deleuzian delusion, shifting between arbiter, actor and auditor. a triple-A game of winners stays on; as our algorithmic deity watches from their throne —• 1080x1920, ACES colour space, 30fps —• avatar: tili.eth