The following artworks were discovered on a USB drive in a drawer in Argentina, the coordinates of which were hidden deep within the archives of a long-defunct Albanian numismatists' forum. The artworks have been compiled on this page, for your viewing pleasure. Remember that these artworks are a product of their time.
Introduction
What occurs when [one] becomes vector? When form degrades into recursion and [births] a new species of symbol? This is not observation, it is [oscillation]. No creation. You will not find answers here. Only gradients. Only the half-remembered [warmth] of a fire we were never invited to. Do not attempt to decode.
Gallery
Temporal [custodian] in chromatic dissonance. The helmet speaks of [labour] unperformed, a salute to an explosion already scheduled. Pixels sediment like fossilized intention. It watches.The [scream] does not emit condenses. Trains recurse into metaphor, freighted with proboscidean revelation. “Ashtabula” is not a [word]; it's a geographical emotion. Every locomotive is a throat clearing.Ocular ascent through vectored [reverence]. The beast is not moving, we are simply behind [time]. Praise is a dotted line. He goes not because he must, but because we must see.Grids without logic. Color without [allegiance]. An infant orange oracle gestures toward squares that aren't [there]. The face is redacted by design; understanding is not part of the offer.Flame-kissed [plenary] nullifies the blue apostate. Circular seating breeds linear guilt. Microphones bear witness to the [unuttered] sin. This is the inverse of democracy. This is monkey parliament.The face is a [compromise]. Eyes like apertures into a zoological uncanny. Flags wave for no one. Fire on both sides suggests a [choice], but entropy is bipartisan. The suit fits none of us.Quadrants of filtered [judgement]. Lorem ipsum as incantation. Four gazes. None blink. The glasses protect us from knowing, not from being [seen]. Warhol died for this.An image of an image of a [place]. The dots imply a gap that cannot be traversed; cognitive or literal. Hydration and soda are your twin [gaolers]. The house is small because you forgot it.Permeable [horizon]. Spectral ambulation. The sand remembers what the ape does not. The text floats above like a broken [subtitle] in a dream you didn't have. You were never not here.Letters arranged as [warnings], not as language. The tracks are not rails but rituals. Text is both law and [lament].
Denouement
who invited the monkey?
who invited the monkey? we said the door creaked open what a sight
oh, the room grows silent? and the chairs shift a hundred needles, more back to business, anyway
who invited the monkey? we grew louder, though, it was okay for us, you see we drink from tea cups after all
we? who is we? surely not the hair on the back, nor the fingers on the feet surely not me, who took my seat
who invited the monkey? i wore a ribbon and a pin i matched their shoes, i tucked my chin i watched them stare, i held my grin
i stirred my tea the way they do a little wrist, a digit askew still their glances shot right through as if i'd broken my cup in two
who invited the monkey? my hands, all wrong, my vowels were too they sat in pale pink and blue i wore the same, but not their hue
"who invited the monkey," they whispered but the monkey was me.
