Alice Morey & Emily Mulenga
A Technological temple
‘Screens and flesh entwine, the body hangs in delicate balance, prone, susceptible. Pulsing, pumping, acrid, toxic, warm plastic cooled by inadequate fan, poking holes in consciousness and letting the liquid seep through, flashes of light provoke insomnia yet I can’t look away, this is my life now, the quiet violence, like a cloud of gas, intrusion, everywhere at once, many eyes, many minds, many thumbs, a picture of me pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle made of glass and assumptions. As inevitable as the tide but unlike the tide, unnatural.’
‘Here I find ease, rest at the unsatisfactory familiar, unfamiliar liquid. The delicate joining of material that feels common but is actually unknown in form.
A future or a present.
A constant need to like and dislike. A hunger to feel a screen in front of my eyes. I become a zombie to the flashes of many pixels. I am desperate and thirsty, like an addict. The drug takes over, so much I confuse myself with this deep, impulsive desire. The touching is so easy, a quick, electromagnetic.’