ALL ALONE BEFORE FROZEN GODS - video + photo + text - 2015/2018

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a meditation on the deterioration of ancient technologies abandoned and distorted by the hypergrowth of human civilization (a technology in and of itself). Through a collection of voice recordings and home-movies captured during a road trip amongst friends, we catch a glimpse of the inevitable erosion of language, religion and masculinity tropes within the myths of American exceptionalism.

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we drive through an unconcerned landscape. 

analog transmutations briefly engage our distracted memories.

there is no signal here.

there is some here.

thoughts are carelessly misplaced along the way. 

we don't need them anyway...

gotta stop. gotta stop. gotta stop...

even our piss is arid. 

we keep driving.

everyone is alone now.

some of us are asleep.

an untucked republican with a fully loaded erection approaches us:

"do you ever dream en español?"

he sure asks a whole lotta questions.

in the distance a jagged boulder mingles with the stars.

"how much longer must we make meaning?" 

"it doesn't matter, the myth is dead."

we get to the border and kick dirt into each other's eyes. 

"Your America is a beautiful, dangerous lie."

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