I mourn a world that has drowned in its own colours. Here, idols are made of crushed aluminium and p…
I mourn a world that has drowned in its own colours. Here, idols are made of crushed aluminium and prayers of moulded plastic. In this sanctuary of the ephemeral, where everything is thrown away and nothing lasts, I remain the only certainty. A dark queen on a throne of emptiness, I reign over your forgetfulness.
