A war has awoken… a private war shared between the creative and the structure. A path that is stretched far and deep from this soul. Do not whisper of responsibilities, without the commitment to oneself, a shell of actions take hold and control is on solid ground. A ground where a minimal art of life is stifled.
Air is laborious in this room, a hypnotic box that pacifies and intoxicates the lazy. As the lights dim, light becomes a luxury with false hopes. Lifting superficial expectations as the promise beacons but is only mirroring the illuminated.