A blur to see. To be wisked by world after world at no hesitation. To intake so much is exhausting. It is assurring.
Assuring of the pitiful scale of one's self and the blinding size of the endless emptiness. The vague and distressing whirring of everything unknown and unforeseeable. The transportation of this physical shell over vast distances without effect has caused me to feel my conciousness depart and instead become a vessel for everything I experience. My powerlessness beyond observing becomes more daunting than the tremendous events I witness. I am so disconnected from where I began I can barely recall my past. 

Our visions of the future are inextricable to our concentration on the present. We can’t help but look to a plausible next step for the technology and cultural development we already understand as a glimpse into a future that is difficult to foresee. These small incremental aspirations bring with them the pettiness and redundancy that exists today. Imagining a departure from our time and ourselves is impossible. We can only imagine the edges of what we already perceive. These works are visualizations of that edge.