1. I will retreat into the spaces between frames and mount my publicly anonymous battle from there.

2. I will slash and burn all filmed and photographic documentation of my presence.

3. I will refuse to televise or film any portion of my life.

4. I will not succumb to the simulation.

5. I will not be pixelated.

6. I will acquire punctuation marks and letters and store them inside my head like grains and canned goods and bottled water, and when the code breaks down, I will use my horde to build internal images that can never be filmed, or broadcast.

7. I will splay across the airwaves (in)discriminate smatterings of text.

8. I will break into data transmissions over cables, and fiberoptic wires, and dedicated service lines, and intersplice the stream with the binary codes of renegade letters and other symbols.

9. I will interrupt this commercial broadcast with an important message from my loco news:

"Even in the spaces between frames, you are still outside. Even unpixelated, you are still the inevitable simulation of yourself under the camera's inevitable gaze. Now these words are in your head. Visualize text. This is not an image. This is not an image. Kill your television. End this transmission now."

Happy New Year