Homunculus
January 17th, 2013 | By: Stu Horvath
Inside my head, there is a little man. He sits wrapped in wires and surrounded by machinery. When I see, the rods and cones in my eyes transmit the visual data of the world to the screens that hang before him – they are arranged in an arc, just so, to simulate both the sharp focus in front of me and the fuzziness in my periphery. The sense of touch is delivered via a haptic body suit while taste and smell come to him through an elaborate gas mask. Two monstrous speakers on either side of his chair blast out the noise of existence in high fidelity. (more…)

