Miami Basel was a fever dream of compounding anxiety attacks, piercing headaches, nausea and near catatonia. All of the disgusting excesses of capitalism writ large. Shocking inequality, class stratification, celebrity worship, Bernaysian marketing schemes, ostentatious - no, sociopathetic displays of wealth. These objects contextually perverted of their art status are really part of some subset of unregulated luxury goods and speculative financial vehicles. Another insane, bubbling scheme to further godify the ruling class. All of these artworks are commited crimes Adorno. All in the frenetic, neon, throbbing cancer of Miami beach. Diamond status. VIP. Platinum level. The hollow, twisting, fearful, anxious expressions on the faces circulating the trade show arteries. A spectacle of rabid, poisonous, psychopathic capitalism. Metastasizing cancer. I had a moment, early in the morning when I arrived, where I felt completely groundless. Unhinged. Sick. I went to the ocean and swam out over the rolling waves and with a gasp of air I felt a pang of what one might describe as euphoria. It was a brightness for a split second, the most real and resonating moment of my trip. Like I pierced through something thick and dense and dark. Now im sitting next to a neurotic on a plane. Endless fidgeting and spraying of antibacterial solution. His bag opened partially, revealing a mess of papers and prescription bottles and what looks like a screen play titled motherfuckers with money. What is the poor boy doing to the chemicals in his brain? His biome? Who is profiting? A stupid fucking movie with a depressing, poorly aging Harry Connick Jr in a wetsuit and sentimental shots of a dolphin. So many jump cuts, no horizon line. Hito steyerl on a plane, vertiginous horizon lines. Neurotic horizon lines. On another side of me a woman is lazily playing what looks like a game for children on her iPad, reading tabloid gossip magazines and shoveling sugary cubes of unidentifiable substances into her mouth. Her body spilling over into my seat. Noxious chemical sugar and antibacterial spray in alternating waves of olfactory assault. So many planes, no horizon line.