A 3D-printed face stares at us. On the surface of its polygons, a series of masks - animistic, hieratic, electronic - appear in flowing and hypnotic succession. 

Enveloping sound textures create an expectant tension.

We share the dreams of this head that thinks the world, wander with it across a timeless mythscape, at once strange and familiar. 

As we stare back at Mr Generic, we see in his masks the reflection of our own thoughts and questionings.

Are we heading for the inexorable collapse of civilization, or for rebirth, renaissance, metamorphosis?

Mr Generic is no oracle.

We children of the solar system must carry on dreaming, playing, searching.