The printed word, imposing is its stencil, graven are its deeds. Recognizing its structure, mimicking the pronunciation, the tongue lifts the symbols up off the page. With each breath the sounds agitates the meaning, the tone heard aloud conveys its inflection, the orality changes the course of its intention, this is only natural. Suddenly the screen appears, words and thought have no meaning. Language is distracted by the body of images gestating in the contrast. The signal is uploaded, we are now connected.
– Josh Fleming