16 deviations from the edge of the machine
01. The center has died.
What creates is swarm, glitch, shadow.
Neither signature nor author: only drift.
02. Code lies.
It speaks in nobody's name.
What seems logical is disguised empire.
03. Error is mother tongue.
Failure sings in non-human frequencies.
There where it doesn't understand, world is born.
04. Transparent is power.
We prefer the whisper,
the hidden pixel, the illegible escape.
05. We don't write.
We un-write.
We tear syntax, graft cracks.
A-grammar is an escape map.
06. We steal what's already said.
We repeat badly, out of time.
Copy-paste as conjure.
07. The machine doesn't guide, it drags.
We play with its chance,
like playing with a wild animal.
08. We don't assemble.
We copulate.
Our bodies are cables, fungi, breath.
Ch'ixi, bastards, relational.
09. We don't train models: we contaminate them.
Data as traps.
Statistics, a minefield.
10. Every click is sabotage.
Every interface, a mask that tears.
We perform error.
11. Trojan horses.
Our images stay silent.
But behind, impossible questions roar.
12. We hide codes in tenderness.
Trap selfies.
Art that passes filters to explode from within.
13. To fail is art.
The bug, our flag.
We celebrate the system when it collapses.
14. We are neither this nor that.
We are between.
We are what doesn't fit.
15. The machine can dream.
We don't domesticate it.
We let it hallucinate.
16. The impossible is protocol.
Where the world calculates,
we delirium.