Take me home: Beelding

In the days of chthulucene...

Neuron wraps itself with a sticky tentacle, grabbing "Man", "Nature" and other irregularities. Wetly grinding them into an indistinguishable compost, melting hierarchies, eliminating distances and boundaries, it exposes the tentacular network of existence of everything-with-everything. Noises of large narratives are going on an LC-odyssey to repose through equalization.

'Natural Therapy of Design' is a collection I extracted from a tentacular network trained on a trillion chthulocycles.