by Christos Polydorou

I’m looking at infinite internet content as I have been looking at infinite internet content since 2005 except now I have Win Butler singing Infinite content We’re infinitely content into my ears. This shattering metafictionality into the ficitonality of my life keeps happening more and more in the everything of the now. It doesn’t create a pu·sil·lan·i·mous Christos but it creates one who is startled by the out of body experience of life and the inside body experience of art into an oblique state of spirituality. Infinite content. An awesome wave. Somethin bearable to represent the unbearable lightness of lioning being roaring through each and every one of us. Could you pass my glasses?