The debasement of our reality has finally been matched by the degradation of our perception. Our apprehensive apparatus has been transformed into a hall of deformed mirrors, endlessly playing the refracted, warped footage of meager representations. Forced into choices between ideology and subconscious the subjectivity seeks its last stand. Can visions mined in the inner core of the self survive? Can we reclaim our own truth from those mangled semblances of its past? Can the dearth itself transcend the symbolic realm? Can our disfigured consciousness and squalid epistemological framework become distinct forms in themself?
