on the net, nobody knows how sexy you really are, how bad the dog gets whipped, how crude the sadistic brute can be, how ambiguous the thought patterns generally are, what race makes you salivate, what gender makes you cringe,what age you first got laid, in whose biology you are now swimming, in what hospital you gave birth, in what signal you now divest:
unless you publish all of this information as part of your public domain narrative environment:
but who's to say that what you publish is true?
what is truth in an adversary culture?
is virtual documentation always already the fictionalized representation of a pseudo-autobiographical self whose hypertextual consciousness is being filtered through the mediumistic apparatus called the post-contemporary cyborg-narrator?
rethinking representation: moving beyond the knowing and entering a world of immersive topographies that open up unknown narrative worlds composed of unstable identities, ambiguously located intentions, and surrogate lovers.
a language that persists despite itself.