'look past this', Group Show at mcg21xoxo, Chiba

we lost our connection to the whole. it wasn’t supposed to happen, and we weren’t prepared for what we thought did not exist. we are unassimilated. our many eyes don’t recognize this unfamiliar plane. things were supposed to be different. we were supposed to stay together, we were supposed to remain one. many arms of the same body, many feet on the same leg, many heads with one same mind. the sour sweet smell that drew us away from you was a diversion. we know that to be clear to us from here. now we’re on another continent, maybe another planet, maybe another dimension. we live somewhere else, and we are forgetting the touch of your hairs against ours. your thoughts are not our thoughts anymore, and we can’t hear your call or feel your warmth down here in the dark corners we find myself in. did you think I was capable of such far-reaching self-abandonment? to remove ourself from the dreams we once had. in your tireless hunger, you thought we couldn’t ignore our needs. you thought our stomachs were one, and maybe we did too... except one nourished while one withered. but now we see the emptiness in my torsos. where there was simulated sustenance there is now me. we found myself in the spaces between your digestive enzymes, crawling... thriving. 

— Philip Hinge