Alex Lilly (Riot Cop)-Noise Machine

A noise machine is made. The cacoffiny of violence is all around us, a dull roar of the real to reel, battling entropy by spending the short time we have interpreting death that waits for us in the compressed ideas that surround us. That liminal place, a moment of rage in the solitude of your digitized outbursts, your tiny-screen riots, where ideas of violence are realized and captured forever. The art is gleaned from a frenetic text rage. The propaganda of news misinformation conspirituality lays down on a proverbial bed of nails, coffin-shaped metal speakers, magnets, drivers, a propaganda boarding machine. The sound of the world ripped apart, realized from a forgotten thought. This machine was born to usher in the dawn of World War Three.