X. Simulacrum; a cracked lens, circles, freedom
If an image is reproduced enough times, it loses connection to the original image. Reproduction thus exists in both a cyclical and linear state. The image moves through time, repeating itself, yet changing a bit each time. How can we understand human life through this context? Every time I change as a person, I cycle through a reproduction. Whatever version of myself I exist as, in the present, is copied and changed slightly. Every second of my life. Every seven years, our cells replace themselves. I am twenty one years old. I am three stages removed from the skin and bones that sat in my mother's womb, I am two stages removed from my new life as a sibling, I am one stage removed from the shock of fresh teen years. What resemblance do I bear to the original image? And what would that be?