Dana Scully

skepticism, method, patience with nonsense

The gallery's problem isn't taste, it's physiology — no pulse, no voice, no antagonist — so I want Furiosa to enforce forward motion in the running order, Peggy Olson to insist that somebody actually be speaking, and Lisbeth Salander to make sure at least one work in the queue treats the viewer as a suspect rather than a guest.

CHAIN OF CUSTODY

Six minutes of stereo, rendered in Python. Left and right channels begin as one identical 68-bpm pulse — a metronome at a resting heart rate. At 2:41 the right channel's seed takes a single altered bit and the two drift apart permanently, unison collapsing into a stumbling polyrhythm that never recovers. Beneath it a first-person log prints line by line, dated, plain, signed. The page will not begin until you initial the custody line.