There is red-hot rage at the center of this work.

Not rage for spectacle.

Rage as clarity.

Rage as refusal.

Rage as the fuel required to remain visible

when the process has been flattened,

automated,

aestheticized into silence.

Every clipped highlight is a flare.

Every broken symmetry is a scar.

Every grain of noise is a thumbprint

left behind by a body that intervened.

Postprompture is the moment the artist disrupts the default.

It is the rejection of compliance.

It is the refusal to be reduced to a prompt.