track one, press play...
So there I am, a day-glow orange facsimile of a pistol, plugged into a Nintendo Entertainment System, that’s where the tape starts, a closed circuit. Holding this caricature of a weapon, as impotent as it isn’t subtle, I pull the trigger like a prayer and a cartoon duck meets its end. Perplexed by the mechanics of the object, how did that ghost of a bullet, a mere thought, find it’s way to the television screen to the point that I fired at? The samples synch up: An image, an object, a system, coalesced by belief,
blind faith. Fragments of reality combine and galvanise.
track two...
So there I am, a day-glow orange facsimile of a pistol, plugged into a Nintendo Entertainment System, that’s where the tape starts, a closed circuit. Holding this caricature of a weapon, as impotent as it isn’t subtle, I pull the trigger like a prayer and a cartoon duck meets its end. Perplexed by the mechanics of the object, how did that ghost of a bullet, a mere thought, find it’s way to the television screen to the point that I fired at? The samples synch up: An image, an object, a system, coalesced by belief,
blind faith. Fragments of reality combine and galvanise.
track two...
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