now, everything is media

Isaac Castella McDonald 4 October 2020

I’m not
alone when
I say my posts
in the streams are
sensitive to touch.
I can feel your
touch –
and hear it in my
ear phones.
I’m looking
through a
spider’s web at
the web
in the web –
Across my interfa
ce’s features
cracks mitose –
The real riven
Delta of streams
Scrolling from
The groin.
(Think of likes as libidinal units –
injections of pure love)
This is perfect –
I have perfect
control of my bytes :
I target my
aesthetic
and shoot –
I am interminable –
I’m from the web –
I am my own spider –
I will never fly into
erasure –

I am
am
phibi
ous
I am
Inte
rmin
able.
Now
ever
ythi
ng is

Media
We will
Be in the streams
Of content –
We will be content.
Read my narrat-
ive, imagine
Me, yes,
imagine me just as
I am –
No need for a mental
image when you have
the real thing.
I will find
Everything
In the past I took
Here’s my sabbath
Create me…
(Can we foresee
the nostalgia for
the 8 billion living –
in time we will gape
our gullets for
ourselves
reeling from the
unencrypted
past.)
This is the palace
Of the reel.
The million
Suburban
Dream of
Differentiation
Given a
Blank canvas and
The medium of
Ourselves.
There’s a boy
in the clouds
in the streams in
the feeds.
There’s a boy
in the clouds in
the streams
in the feeds. Lying
under posts he’s
collected from
the forms,
Lying under a
dream of hosts
He Performs –
A form –
Here’s a form –
Here’s a form –
Like me –
Love me –
Touch me.