Conversation is the best form of entertainment — as long as you name-drop the right elements.
The Metta Prayer of Jacolby Satterwhite for instance!
A techno-opera, a ballroom dream, a rendering queue for collective memory. Everything loops, glitches, vogues.
He believes in the body — multiplied, morphed, digitized — as archive, as offering, as future myth.
InA Metta Prayer, the sacred isn’t solemn — it’s saturated.
You walk into a digital sanctuary where avatars move like incantations, and grief is coded in neon.
He weaponizes it — in high-res.
It’s not a safe space. It’s achargedone.
Where fantasy is serious, and healing comes with a bassline.
If you’ve ever felt like you live between versions of yourself — Jacolby already rendered you, in .obj, with reflections on.
Watching digital limbs stretch toward something tender.
It feels like witnessing a future religion, built not on guilt or silence, but on visibility, survival, and soft defiance.
There’s no clear narrative, just pulses — light, voice, motion — enough to make your own inner myth flicker back online.
Sacred Glitch, Rendered Grief, Soft Resistance!