For extrasensory experience, I’ve been tapping into you since 80286. Controllers, input output. How virtual to move something in this world, and beyond, pixel perfect, something translates flawlessly. Precise digitised communication. Perfect speedrun of the planet. It seems the more we’ve been franticly tapping, the more we have lost control. Channelling ourselves into interpersonal media, we bug and glitch out, and disappoint. These controllers are recovering their command, they interrupt, they are curious, they demand a raw balance.