The screen is a mirror that forgets your face when you close it.
Every loading bar is a moment of forced contemplation. The machine is teaching you to wait.
The cloud is someone else's computer. You know this. You use it anyway.
A notification is a prayer you didn't ask for.
The difference between curating and hoarding is the presence of a wall.
Nostalgia for the internet is nostalgia for a room you can no longer enter. The door is there. The room is gone.
The artist's job after the internet is not to resist distribution. It is to make distribution feel like a decision.
What the algorithm recommends is what the algorithm can measure. Everything else is invisible by design.
Memento mori, but the skull is a phone with a cracked screen.
To go offline is not to escape. It is to arrive.