I have never wanted to eat a Snickers bar quite as much as when I see one on the television. That's an issue. And I expect that real explosions of a Michael Bay magnitude wouldn't look like that in real life--the explosions are more explosion-y, somehow. And yet some time ago I found that I felt such a profound empathy with a digital representation of a person--a CGI character--that I thought maybe there is something to learn from all of this rendered mimicry that bleeds into reality, these proper simulacra.

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In the wild, CGI is almost exclusively in the service of capital. This is the heart of my practice--to use this technology so closely associated with alienation against the grain. To create sites of contemplation which resist capital's telos of production; to use simulation, which is the natural result of exactitude in science, as a tool for dismantling reason. A synthetic oneiricism or a procedural mythology.