Woman
If we are to be viewed as processes, I want those algorithms to be bursting with anger and the inherent wrongness that comes with being us. The woman is an exchange between the I of it and whoever decides to interact with her, she is simultaneously envelope and seal. She is atoms tossed carelessly from tooth to tooth; she is whatever the furthest ring of the cosmos has decided to make of her. Let’s envision a site of action: no one is exempt from her collectivity, her all-consumingness.