Interconnected openings, dissolved and disillusioned. When does the function retreat?

A Performative experiment in distance, FOMO and collectivity; on being elsewhere. Processing between Glasgow and Helsinki, we are trying to be a collective but we can't escape the feeling that we are constantly missing out. We are trying to be too many places at once. We are trying to do too many things at once.

The escape of the author, retreating from the ladder and upending all received signals. This is the fourth.

Fat, the subcutaneous border between the ineffable and the essential, here rendered into the form of the spherical necessity. Our avian brethren soar over the ravaged, pillaged fuckscape in the hopes of a structured decampment.