Faced with the imminence of the end of the world, a group of friends travel to a place to spend their last moments together.
Imhotep is the pedagogic materialization of disintegrate. The impossibility of permanence of pixels contrasted with the big project of ancient Egyptian civilization. Anchored by Hermes Trismegistus’ emerald board, it is a secrecy that confirms the dialectical scam of time and space by the limited sewing of inert language before hyperspace.
Within me lives a silence. At night, he goes with his claws, hunting for something to scream.
