New York based design studio MyORB in a ‘line-oriented’ logo collection. Less filled and more written, a geoglyph communication for urban times.

Moon Hearted view of the world.

The nuclear is the apotheosis of simulation. Yet the balance of terror is nothing more than the spectacular slope of a system of deterrence that has crept from the inside into all the cracks of daily life. The nuclear cliff-hanger only seals the trivialised system of deterrence at the heart of the media, of the inconsequential violence that reigns throughout the world, of the aleatory contrivance of every choice which is made for us.

Jean Baudrillard

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For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens. Not one of us is intact, and yet we have in us all the continents and the seas between the continents and the birds of the air. We are going to put it down — the evolution of this world which has died but which has not been buried. (H.M.)

List of authors:
Jonė Reed
Tommy Ga-Ken Wan 溫嘉勤
Rhabarberrabe
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Synths and ’80s. Selection of tracks with a special addictive flavour. Tracklist ahead, hope you enjoy.

Droid Bishop – In Search of Gemini
She Said – Album Outro (Pop is the poison SYNTHWAVE is the cure)
PyramidAeon – We Are The Sun
Mitch Murder – Mirage

Yes, it is attraction and anger, a superfluous nightmare in the antechamber of a technocratic hell.
It’s the non-showing of a rapid eucharist of objects and consumptions. Paints the body as a whole metropolis inhabited by infinite “ourselves”, with streets and buildings made ​​of bones, flesh, lust and rust.

At the edge of this “civilization”, imaginary ideograms burn like scaldings, rousing a desired (and already experienced) violence.

If this cruelty is more than a refined re-presentation, are we the involuntary guardians of our own fetishism towards “progress”? Or are we magnifying glasses that mystify, enlarging them, devastated sections of our living organisms and digital extensions?
The answer is: the mechanical apocalypse is yesterday.

Today, for the death or the latest smartphone model, there’s nothing else to do but lie down.

Tetsuo: The Iron Man is a 1989 movie by Shinya Tsukamoto.