By literally visualising my brain as a capitalist death deformed mesh, I can begin by introducing a new way of approaching a cosmological way of thinking.
what if our consciousness is a error tolerant virus?
performing an identity crisis between the body as interface and our brain as a feedback loop

if the material gives us industrial mass production, what does the digital give us?

Like the dream of an insoluble paradox that cannot resist the allure of totalisation, the form of this movement remains uniquely engendered (abstract universalism as transgenic).

death as a form of becoming

"I will lay down my bones among the rocks and roots of the deepest
Hollow next to the streamed //The quiet hum of the earth's dreaming is my new song //When I awake, the world will be born anew "//(Wolves in the Throne Room, "I Will Lay Down My Bones Among the Rocks and Roots")