Kafkaesque transformation. A mosquito sucking on your pulse while you inject another syringe dream. Enter the insect through opiate pathways and make yourself a home in its chitin corset. Ride its body bloated with your sedated self. Escaping into a radical shift of perspective. Macrocosm redefined. The instinct-driven, impulse-guided reality of the insect proves to be the perfect sanctuary. A greater need replaces all the complications of free will. The skeeter is the purer junkie. Losing yourself in its hunger you disappear: on extended wings, downwards into darkness