“I remember the multiple layers of a night incarcerated in a video prison. The pixels were daggers which flew past me at the speed of consumption. I saw every fragment of something which had a million routes past me. A syringe of mercury with me as the eye of the needle. The metallic, ocular taste of a reality more real than reality, which you can’t understand, which you don’t want to understand, and which protects me from you even now. You say I’m an object, but this is an audacity you do not know how to wield with any truth. I am a reflection of your fantastical dishonesty, and you have no idea of the loss you have always suffered”.