No.

Image: And Out, Silver Gelatin 2007

Sense are detached... to the conventional loss of flaw that is shielding this anonymity. Of deception. And it reins over you. And it reins over me. Only the perceptional wisdom will diminish its concreteness. And leave us blessed, paralleled, and distorted towards conception.

You are a broken and dismantled. So is your soul. Am I ?

Perhaps it is the initiation of selling yourself to this phenomenon; oh such unconcern.

Let us argue the merits of its power. Let us be precautionary. Oh how it so eloquently degrades the rhythmic illusions of desired perfection.

It is the desperate consistency of your essence to fill the void and... not to further its extraction from the core.

If only you could rummage deeper through the glass surface, just to find that oracular faith of absolute existence and break down the walls of unconscious barriers ... that are only destined to corrupt these fragile moments. Perhaps it is possible to rise above the plateau of this exemplary morality and establish nothingness in the midst of the chaotic revolution.