a nostalgia robot humming a tune on the verge of being forgotten. a sleepwalker privy to the silent atrocities of 4am. a human answering machine obsessed with the mechanical nature of sex. a phase diffracted telephone voice from somewhere in mongolia implies vast red deserts. austere photographs of faces with glazed eyes. moth light. betelnut salvation and nicotine death in the same bag. lipid soluble panic waves. fingers coated in acrylic. a heavy silence and a quick goodbye. we can share fluid images. but my thoughts stutter like a skipping cd.