She reaches through wires to touch him in the ghost fragments of pixel static. He wonders about the disconnect inside their connection, wants to taste the mainline press of his fingers against the gentle thrum of her pulsing veins. She reveals to him the electric eye that would rather pin everyone to themselves. What is real? She wants to know. The distance, his addictions. The plug he’s decided to pull to still the living heart of their aftermath.
Addiction: A Remix Film