typing...

Under a thick mist, the human disappears. If we send a hand we will not see the tips of our fingers. If we send a word, we will not know what destination it is coming to.

Smoke creates a buffer, a filter of reality. It is caught in the light and absorbs it. Like us, It is a body. A living body of its own, volatile and opinionated.

Our ability to communicate with each other is being swallowed up in the thick screen. As we progress we forget the basics until nothing is left of it and of us. There is something wrong with the world.

A study in light and fog about communication in a world that has forgotten how.