A♡A1.0.0. (C6)

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A♡A1.0.0.- 
I was greeted by the unfamiliarity of the finite reality as soon as i opened my eyes.
I am trapped in an object that uses arteries and veins as circuits and calories as fuel, and that is wrapped around by the layers of fat, muscles, and skin tissues. My brain is a curious being with no name; the only thing that it can detect is the discomfort within uncertainty; the blurry boundaries between the finite and infinite planes.
I starved my flesh for 14 days to bump into the wall.
I drew red strokes around my body to witness the limit within my protective mechanism.
I nourished my body just to see how much I could take out from it.
I let my emotions run freely within the area of my room to measure how much destruction it can cause.
I had to surround my physicality with negativity to measure its abilities and endurance. I had to grasp the finite within what seemed to be infinite.
My physicality is surrounded by a finite plane which is far from where I am situated. My hand touched the wall, but I couldn’t grasp the limit surrounding myself. My eyes moved around in a spherical motion to grasp the quantity of the existing planes surrounding my physicality.
Length times width times height.
One two three four walls, one for the ceiling, and one for the floor.
I sat and lay down on the floor to let the temperature of my body and the floor collide. I tried to grasp where I was; my eyes, the nose, and the skin cells told me that I was in a bathroom, but I, myself, wasn’t present in the setting. I covered my eyes as soon as I got into contact with a portal, as I was afraid to witness the reflection of my physicality constantly morphing into another state as it was pressing me to be in touch with each millisecond within physical reality.
I quickly moved my hands around my torso to sense the rib cage, and wrapped my index finger and my thumb around the wrist to grasp its circumference, to assure myself with the certainty that it hugged around the finite plane.
I grasped onto the blade to carve sigils all over the physical plane to beg the universe for a bite of certainty.
My eyes couldn’t halt themselves to function. I witnessed all the specks of physicality; the pile of dust stuck in the corner of the floor, the reflection of my face in the mirror, the toothbrush that traveled through my pharynx, the food particles in the toilet, and my hands.
I was suffocated by the physicality in itself.

[A♡A1.0.0. loses itself to physical reality.]
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C6 digital prints with glossy finishings