Home run that hits every seat in the house.

Literal incarceration of a woman reduced to a node in a desert line and be sure there is a man killer culture after her, seducing her into a machine precarious movement for its own sake blinding the exploitation of her fecund function converted to only virtual intimacies propped by digital marketed nostalgia speed cycling into dissipation doomed digital abstractions smearing past gorillas and the Cienaga realitized long gone roadposts on a thrilling one way but general admission universal ride to fire on a cross burning digitally and bodily mirroring the actual slavery as if thrown by heidegger as if vision be not seeing in the storm