Emma Hitzman

Are you really there or was it a dream?

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You Cannot rest here

Animal Mirrors
Are you really there or was it a dream?
command/resetmap
The forest is moving…
Say what you see to the dark
Community Server
Ctrl-death
Which echos belong to you
Techno-decay
Perpetually Covered in Clouds
There will be teeth in the grass
Indifference about the sky
Page Not Found
“LOL” Is An Unresolved Affect
TOUCH/grass
Ambiance Act
Many Howlers Remain
You Will No Longer Be Here and You Know It
Simply in the Same Place
The Short Forever
We Apologize for Any Inconvenience
To Be Looked At As Through Air
Amputate the Network
Digital Detox
TiVo is Time Travel
The Swarm Only Ends When the Hyper-fixation Falls
Virtual, Not Visceral
Imagination Response Is Lacking
Ourself – Behind Ourself – Concealed

Polystyrene Prints

I have seen this place before

Do Not Accept Copies or Simulations
Down to a Nauseating Slur
Fertile Ground for Disturbing the Familiar
A True Choir of Ghosts
Disarray in the Gap
Homing with the Sun and Magnetoreception
Desire Stretches Out Towards the World
And We Don’t Just Watch, We Watch Closely
The Absolute Here
The Innate Desire to Ward Off Death
Nowhere Else
Not Really Now Anymore
Out the Screen Door
Suddenly the Landscape was Removed from Me
FERAL
We Cannot Fail Eachother Now
Doom Scroll
Trashing the Icons of Our Past
A Nocturnal Murmur Cast in the Horror of Daylight
Channel Surfing While Falling Asleep
Just Your Desires Echoing Off the Walls of the Nest
Nightmare is an Opening
I Am Not Trying To Be Difficult
Disarray in the Gap
Things Between Other Things
And the Muffled Silence That Haunts
Sacred Place // Profane Place
The Ache to Come Home
The Hidden Imminence of Things
If We Fail at Killing Ourselves