Trust Issues
A dark canvas of feeds and glyphs — Trust me they said so — with a pink brain, a bird, and a face that has already lost the plot.
The ground is almost black, the kind of black a screen is at two in the morning. Over it the slogans of a feed that has been left on: trust me, they said so, what did the fox say, the internets, lost so lost we can’t be found. A pink coil at the left reads as a brain that has started to unwind. A bird mark, a Bluetooth face, a rose-coloured square — the icons of a network that keeps asking to be believed.
Trust me they said so.
Nothing in the field is offering a reason. The title is the diagnosis and the method: every mark is another claim, and the canvas is what a room looks like when you have heard too many of them.