Truth vs. Fiction
a digital install.ation
I feel like I have this thing inside of me, I'm pregnant with something but I just can't tell what it is. Am I about to birth some beautiful child, or is a demonic alien about to pop out of my chest and kill all my friends? I read and watch all these stories, I absorb all these metaphors, I allow myself to be carried away in these descriptions of beauty, I believe these characters are my friends and my leaders, and slowly this thing builds, but it won't come out. It just lives inside me, lover or parasite, vitamin or cigarette smoke, antibiotic or cancer.
most words and images by daniel miller...or are they?