Post-Human, Same Drama

2025–ongoing

For fifteen years, I’ve watched the same pattern migrate: from violent lovers to dating apps to AI companions.
We fed the machine our dysfunction: control, dependency, the inability to love without possessing. It reproduced everything faithfully. The root code doesn’t care whether the host is human or synthetic. From self-marriage to robot domesticity, from ghosting to algorithmic care, these works trace an ouroboros: we keep building new partners from old wounds. The choreography never changes. Only the costume does.