Liquid holographies

We have to walk the infinite distance between two random points.

The distance is divided.

Scaled.

Without direction.

Algorithmic paths.

We never reach.

Stretched.

The other is me.

Don’t we see our selves through the others?

Do we ever meet?

We define the self through projections.

My face projection mapped into the Other.

And then projection mapped back into the other.

Any other? What is the Other?

Could it be a mirror?

Of the simulations that we have of the simulations that society has on us.

Technological simulation of the human simulacrum.

Reflections of the norms, and faces and values, and rhythms.

All is mediated.

Liquid holographies ad infinitum.