We are not apes anymore,
but struggling angels,
flying and fooling around.
Cyborg austronauts aspire to travel to outer space
They loose weight, become light
Their desires embody a certain kind of inner poetics of love-making
is nothing else but the intimate fabric
of the rewiring of ourselves,
into our tools, and into each other.
All of each other.
We have been merging.
We have been extending our fleshed skins
into the wearable technologies of subjectivity
that "makes us" through our smartphones,
that self-engineer us, as navigating and inhabiting beings
travelling through kaleidoscopic images
of shifting perspectives of meaning
There is no thinking meaning anymore
when in outer space.
We are lifting the veil
Making the Universe