The thing is, I freeze in interaction, can no longer be authentic, and become alienated
from my core. I want my work to become a warm memory. Isolation should become an invitation to a collective
experience, and computers should write love ballads. Technology should be free, sexy, mystical, sentimental,
happy, and romantic. I am in the woods, I am in bed, I dream, I play the harp. I live a quiet, lonely life.
Speaking and maintaining social contacts is extremely difficult, sometimes impossible, but I am full of love.
This leads me to search for alternatives to maintain contact and foster community, tools for me to speak fully,
to be felt in a mind that makes verbal communication fail me, to bear true witness to my love for this world,
helpless in its manifestations. To accept my ghost being and hold space for the endless loss and
misunderstanding that is acting, wanting, and moving forward to all. To maintain social
likability when I can't go out and talk in groups, even when I can't understand
human behavior, to speak when my spoken word doesn't carry my true intention, to illustrate my mind.
