BRONZE AGE is a grotesquely nostalgic, soft-focused portrait of Sin City (Las Vegas, Nevada).

The disposable camera's cracked plastic lens algorithmically crawls along the infected, rotting track marks of a long-abandoned ghost buffet doomed to forever cannibalize itself, force-feeding upon its own expired empty promises of bottomless excess that gravitationally collapse in vanity toward an unreachable mirage of a non-existent oasis.

Constructed from convolutional shrapnel shards and fractured fun-house mirror event-horizons of parasitic desires - the gapingly porous, radioactive surfaces self-indulgently traversed throughout BRONZE AGE serve to sadistically reflect kaleidoscopic nightmares of discarded, sacharrin-sweet memories & amnesiac fever-visions ineffably transcribed, yet only partially-decrypted by double-plus-sized contortionists tightly bound with rigidly hard-coded constraints.

Claustrophobically trapped within infinite error-states of perpetual decay, counterfeit currencies are flash-freezer-burned, then origami-folded into genetically-altered zombie processes run amok along labyrinthine lattice networks of despair.

Long division by zero, return void.