watching this essay on hiromix, i remember coming of age on the internet of the early 2000s, learning to make art, to express and document in a self created digital world felt so limitless in its possibilities. our space and our voices were our own, and the world felt so big.

https://youtu.be/-znj8xlVpnM?si=Zme4fTMiDkY4mMqd

"i loved without memory: is that not an epigraph to the book, which does not exist? i never had a memory for myself, but always for others."

masha ivashintsova

posting tonight from inside the lion's mouth.

https://youtu.be/ZXfxqM__hwk