Dear Cyriak,

You must be the psychic engine on which the entire internet collectively dreams. There is no other explanation for the kind of absurdity you hammer out on your Wacom tablet. 

I grew up with a lot of internet. I've been online since before Dawkins coined the word 'meme', before streaming video was a thing, before captions were first adhered to cats. I remember reading print comics online before people started publishing comics exclusively for the web. I remember when downloading a new screensaver was really exciting. 

I was there for the birth, rise, and decline of Homestar Runner. I was raised on Rathergood.com and Weebl's Stuff. I remember discovering 4chan. I'll never forget my first shock site.

But you, Cyriak? You carve out the razor's edge of our fevered minds' fixations. You are just so perfectly and effortlessly weird. You create some of the most addictive online video work I've ever seen--and this is coming from someone who's watched that 'Badgers' loop for far longer than she cares to admit. It's partly your skill at composing little 16-bit electronic soundtracks for your bizarro microcosms and partly the fact that you can mold stock video like putty. You're a wizard, sir. Your bouncing cows speak to my soul.

Obsequiousness aside, there's a new video from nightmare portal artist Cyriak, and it might just be a kinetic map of the internet. We just have to learn how to read it. The internet is, after all, made of cats, as we all should well know by now. Here's his latest: 'Kitty City'.