Chunyi Shen
I, existing as both subject and virtual presence, traverse this world through the binary gaze of a window in a nomadic landscape composed of digital rhizomes. I drift across geological layers with my consciousness and "physical body," my memories intertwined with the fungi and the bones of my ancestors.

The marginalized are digitalized, their emotions redefined by the forces of power. Who, then, is the true representative of madness? In the Anthropocene, an unbreakable boundary separates the non-living.


Our bodies, composed of billions of cells in constant reincarnation, remain tethered to the earth, resonating with the frequencies of the universe. How can I define the virtual "I"? Am I the one who scans the neurons, mapping the height of folds like a thousand plateaus, self-constructed? Branches extend like blood vessels, scaffolding the non-duality of mind and body.
Desire and consciousness write the code of life choices—how can we prove a flaw? How perfect is the virtual species created by flawless algorithms? Everything dissolves into the vibration of string waves, deterritorializing into new freedoms, yet all coexists as one.