I thought of Arthur Rimbaud, my poetic muse, who revealed the artist as a mercurial mutator of the sensorial,
and I believed, (yes I truly believed!) that I could resurrect his magic and apply it to the TORRENT.
I conducted savage media experiments on myself and the BROADCAST as sensory overload + hypnotic pulsation + maximum chaos.
Was this yet another delusional effect of the post real?