Gorgon

Gorgon Medusa, but transported into our century.
It is not stone that makes this gaze — but connection.

See her:
her hair is not snakes, but cables, plugs, jacks, USBs.
Tough, twisted, alive — like nerves, like roots, like thoughts.
This is Medusa in the world of machines.
Not a monster, but a woman who has become a knot between flesh and conductor.

Her eyes are calm.
No malice, no rage.
She does not attack.
She simply is.
A gaze that does not turn you to stone, but into connection — into contact.

In this Medusa there is no punishment, no mythical horror.
There is the fatigue of the modern human, tangled with thousands of signals — tasks, thoughts, memories, notifications, demands.
Her hair — that is the noise in our heads.
Not the monster of legends, but the monster of everyday life.

Perhaps there is a gentle warning in her:
if we drown in cables and networks,
we will forget the heart.
But perhaps there is also hope:
a human can remain human, even when everything around and within has become cable and signal.

Here Medusa is not an enemy.
But an image of our overconnected consciousness — alive and weary at once.
She does not frighten.
She tells the truth of our time.
And looks straight at us — calmly, almost gently.

Lia