Two weeks on this twisted visual counterpart of LiveJournal, uploading old and new images onto the internet webspace like prayers to god, crudely interacting with the denizens of this vast network of aesthetes. It was slow but sure, this conversion, a cancer working its way through my system, rebelling against my nature, transforming me, remaking me in its own aggressive image.

And now I am a Deviant: cringing, small and sympathetic; a sheep among sheep, trudging through the digital meadow of " art" like a lamb to the slaughter. Thousands of new artworks rush through my system each week, bringing tides of the good, the bad and the ugly, a glimpse of the divine while wading through shit.

And stranger than strange, these frozen moments of my life that I continue to feed the network are not at all like my life. Rather, they are the lies built on pixelated lies; a fiction borne of a fictionless world.