this is a time exit. i'm the mess and i have helped perpetuate this mess. i get lost switching between channels and i get lost within a given channel. i guess it's because i want to know the chaos. but, maybe i'm really saying that i want to hold or pin down the chaos. perhaps that is what's truly being aired here. and, dust on our fingertips because we tried to familiarize ourselves with fragments of the other. we may be able to piece together, but there'll be no suturing. growth will be grotesque, but it will still happen. have we emerged as some hideous pulsating mass now? little white butterflies. now, come watch us expire.