https://alecchina.bigcartel.com 108508449 VOL.001- The Dichotomy of Grotesqueness and the New Cannon 28 pages (+4 for cover) 7 illustrations from C6 prints + 6 unreleased illustrations 160gsm gloss laminated cover; matt pages (ultra smooth) : This is an analysis of The Grotesque Image of the Body and Its Sources by Mikhail Bakhtin and Understanding Media by Marshall McLuhan interpreted by Alecchina : TOC: Grotesque Elements A Line Between Grotesqueness and the New Cannon D-Evolution Intrusiveness Within Grotesque Imageries Grotesqueness Within Decentralism 30.00 EUR https://alecchina.bigcartel.com/product/vol-001-the-dichotomy-of-grotesqueness-and-the-new-cannon https://assets.bigcartel.com/product_images/387697158/zine-tn.gif 108508449 new preorder 108470031 A♡A1.0.0. (C6) (FULL IMAGES) https://www.instagram.com/p/CwfO7kQMSfi/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== : 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.] : C6 digital prints with glossy finishings 6.00 EUR https://alecchina.bigcartel.com/product/acca1_0_0_pwints https://assets.bigcartel.com/product_images/387571125/tn.gif 108470031 new in stock 97391215 A♡A2.0.0. (A4) (FULL IMAGES) https://www.instagram.com/p/CloyGqJszS7/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link : A♡A2.0.0.-
I was greeted by the pure blackness of infinity as soon as I opened my eyes.
It did not indicate a single wall; the room panned out so far that the layers of the space stacked on top of each other to create its pitch-blackness. I was lying down on the pile of trash which indicated the existence of the past. I held the piece of it with my bare hands to feel its existence and felt a tingling sensation wrapping around the entirety of my left hand. The maggots. They crawled around my wrist to dig a hole within my flesh. They munched on my epidermis, through the dermis and hypodermis, to reach for the gaps created from the joint of my elbow, to the edge of my shoulder, eventually leading them to devour my left cornea. I knew where they were heading. I knew what they were aiming for. They wanted to nourish themselves by nibbling on my left cortex. My subconscious instinct flapped my hand around to kill all the maggots around my cornea. My consciousness was finally in contact with my subconsciousness. I stared at the void, the hands, and the piles of maggot corpses surrounding my flesh with my remaining pupil.
 “How do you feel?”
 I heard a voice from afar.
 “I am surrounded by numbness. So much of it that I am drowning in it.”
 I sensed a glare reflecting across the room. 
A hand reached out to grasp on my hair follicles and dragged me across the infinite plane.
 “Bend your back at 90 degrees with your legs straight without any creases and release everything that your intestines are holding on to.” 
I followed the instructions without any questions.
“ How do you feel?” 
“Numb.” 
They took out a wand with a blade attached to its tip and drew a red stroke all over my left radialis.
 “How do you feel?”
 “Numb.” 
Their vocal cords were trembling from their sorrow. The presence of the vibrations traveling across the plane told me that I was surrounded by a third-dimensional plane.
The sudden shift in time rotted the wounds on my flesh to let out black gunks of blood.
I stood on my feet to feel the ground and listened to my instinct to run away as far as I could from the entity.
“Your heart perceives my presence because you came out of my womb.”
The past. The presence of my past. 
Their hands stretched out to grab onto my legs to drag me back to where I was.
“My presence doesn’t welcome yours as you represent the polar opposite.”
They stabbed into my heart, which eventually sent the sensation through theirs.
“It seems like we are connected.”
“If I can’t eliminate your presence, I must morph into your physicality.”
They stretched the gap that replaced the presence of my left eyeball and shoved their whole existence into my internal realm.

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