The crisis is real. A residential labyrinth spills from the base of a swelling urban center. Bodies in immediate proximity. Fortified from enemy attack by disorienting mazes of uncharted avenues and make shift dwellings. .
Technology is produced with trash scraps and ingenuity.
Ideas and hands. The architecture of chaos. Without a center for reference, each discrete point is understood only in relation to others - intersections, friction, and a hyperballad in concrete. The urban dwellers no longer locate meaning in maps of measured streets and asphalt paths. Logic has exploded so that infinite points are accessed at the exact moment of clinical specificity.