David Zubek, I can feel the cold top of my MacBook Pro under my right leg., 2024, 16:01 min.

 

 

I can feel the cold top of my MacBook Pro under my right leg. I can feel the flatness of color - surfaces made up of thousands of glowing dots, that know no starry skies. I can feel a cable winding around my ankles. I can feel a smooth surface touching my skin.

Content fades into disappointment and back into content.

My roommate calls me as I lay deep inside my room to watch his horse cross the icy cliffs of Strawberry in Red Dead Redemption 2.

You can be disappointed. That‘s perfectly fine in the face of the farce of history. You can be disappointed by the total numbness of everything around you. You can be disappointed, but still, this is it. There is no end to evolution, design has simply become a fixed module of it.

I watch as the Pikachu print on my socks pushes slowly through the monitor and becomes a reflection of itself.

‘Just Wait Til Next Year’ by John Maus plays and adds a filter of emotion to the numbness, as I try to separate art from the artist. The sounds of retro synthesizers make it very easy for me.

And when Charmander helps me scrub the irritations from the visible parts of my skull, I no longer feel so incomplete - I will be a unit again - composed of fragmented parts. I can look inside myself. If the least is not possible without Squirtle guiding my hands, then I can still look inside myself through him. And I would like to thank him for that. I can feel the skin touching my surfaces.

 

- Text von Peter Maria Volkhardt -