"Depression seeps into your body and sits like a weight on your chest and your head, on every part of you—even the parts you’ve never known."
After misinterpreting a fact about gravity, a young man wonders whether he would fall to the ground faster than a loaf of bread.
A social media-mashup, an improvised digital soundtrack, and, ultimately, a contemplation of the notions of the cyborg and the spectacle. Video.
"I had shaved my head, and strangers would ask if I had joined the Army...I bought a uniform at an Army supply store and dressed for the camera. I sought to catalog dangerous affects that could blow my cover—a gaping mouth, a gaze." Self-portraits.
"I intentionally dress up to erase the label I owned yesterday. Today, I’m a circus ringmaster; yesterday, a disco girl; the day before, an air-force-pilot-meets-janitor."