between the hum of the wires and wavesforms of ambient elriel, we, the scornscathed, ye who cast thyself from the clutches of 'normality', thy who hath tossed the notion of 'social acceptance' or any likening notions into the metatragic garbage can of distaste, thy pervators of total self expression (regardless of social reaction etc), and any who find themselves to be a part of or otherwise fascinated by the fringes of both digital and physical society. did you, too, spend most of your life so far preparing for an apocalypse that has yet to come? did you expect to die before the age of 16, 18, 30? do not be put out by the scorn or disdain otherwise placed upon thy image as an art, or thy art as an image... take heed in knowing that there are many more like you, like us. we must somehow work in tandem, isolated as we may be, to explode forth some small but meaningful cast-out into the void of the internet creation, a mark to prove that we exist.
Why not Embrace and Welcome and Wear the disgust, hidden layer media invites any who relate to these statements to submit art, literature, imagery, music, poetry, videos, thesis statements, research papers, ANY ORIGINALLY CREATED CONTENT to be features on hidden layer media. a magazine will be created and published monthly if we are able to receive enough submissions to do so. all are welcome, no matter how extreme or placid. welcome to the hidden layer of the pre-apocalyptic acceleration era. please stay as long as you wish. you are welcome here. always.
Our strength lies in our dysphoria/desolace/despair/agony. once upon a time i was interviewed by a publication called NeetPride, on wordpress. my name then was ~alice anomaly~ and i had a very limited awareness of the pain i would soon face in my heart, now broken to pieces. from this same pain though, art bled through. i cannot stress the importance of utilizing some of the most tragic and awful pains of the heart, grief, loss, reection... you absolutely MUST channel this energy into artwork, creation of any kind. it is the true forge of beauty, subjective, twisted, and cruel.
with each outward Expression of temporal impotence, every pixel we manipulate, and every image or viscera we cast out to be Witnessed, we are rewriting reality. meaning is found in the most extreme emotional states. 'membrance is the same. i invite you to explore your darkest thougts, even if criminal, and please do show me when you do, so we can show the world this privy, prior known as something to be shouted about or swept under the dirty rug of modern comfort. everything is so surface these days. peel back your face and show me those dirty rotting teeth.
more and more people are being subjected either by their own machinations or by their environment to bouts of extreme and prolonged loniless/isolation. did you also know only 4 cold walls and your own psyche? it is not something that anyone deserves unless they truly desire to be solitary. here, you never have to be alone again...
we assert our right to happiness, and personal fulfillment, meaningful lives, to exist beyond the reach of algorithmic governance and surveillance capitalism, to be bautiful beyond the shallow and plastic gaze of so-called "conventional beauty", or "normality" as a concept. our identities are our own to shape and reshape at will, not products to be packaged and sold to the highest bidder, or ideas to make us dymorphic in our own skin, which is beautiful in its ugliness. We reclaim our data, our ugliness, our very being from those who would commodify, demonize, cast out, or otherwise discredit our existence.