THICKSPACE

THICK SPACE

a script/manifesto:
setting: a club under a bridge, mark leckey style

the air crackles with nervous energy. can’t you feel it? it bubbles in your veins. don’t you want it? heavy hearts are filled with coco pops and other lies. it's a survival strategy. we are myth we are legend we are imagined we are forgotten we are remembered. we survive. shove some fairy dust up your nose and get over it. we exist in THICK SPACE where clogged air fills virtual lungs. we weave slippages (it resonates so hard so hard it makes my brain jitter my bones shake my groin ache) i wish you could see the pace of my heart thumping in my ribcage. its a dangerous dance machine so tread carefully. we are trespassers we flow like water, ignorant to the walls you erect. we are soup, endless concoctions of assembled things. hybrids. we slosh around in hungry bellies. im trapped in a sticky shed I simply cannot get out. feedback loops form gloopy skies, their silver linings are endlessly coiled springs. they pierce my heart. body pumpage tear spillage blood leakage. we are bioluminescent ecologies, we create our own energy systems. we are porous, our fluid membranes throb with the energies of those who pass through them, uncensored and free. we live on land borrowed from our children. there is no hierarchy here. tongues cause friction burns as they scrape along electric bodies. im so overcharged that all i can do is literally slam my hands/head/breasts against the keyboard. i steal everything, even my own breath. we are feedback loop, a sticky foreverness that makes me feel a bit sick. a gradual depositing of matter, a highwater mark. there are treasures to be found here. we are hibernating 3D models of dead worlds. fabricated worlds. 'world' seems like too compressive a word for such astronomical developments. we are a different sort of consciousness. we are the baseline that throbs in your throat. we grip your heart with our pumping rhythms until your arteries are drained of blood and your aching chest is empty. (ooh how romantic) we are hivemind, diffused across galaxies. all are queens in genderless space. (i dont have the words to express how i feel) i have made myself a home away from the pain. a place that exists harmoniously. where there is no ecocide, no war. a place where he texts me back. and in the heat of that short depressive rage, miracles spill from tired and leaky bodies.

ENTITIES, a leaky selection:

bleeding_hands (2022)


microbial_infinity (2022)


sci-fi_fox (2022)


neon (2022)


sci-fi_coral (2022)


collossas (2022)


antler (2022)


plaice (2022)