With intentional ambiguity and accidental ideology, I stumble through the distracting elegance of the dark night, and attempt to create a juxtaposition between my inner phobias, and my outer nausea of the culture lacking life around me. I’m angry and confused about coexisting in a society that brushes all of the important issues of humanity under the rug. My vision, obscured by a poorly tinted leader, seeks to create abstract narratives about moral stories that may or may not ever exist. In these stories, I try to reconcile the stumbles of my yesteryear, with fear and anger of my acquiescent foresight. I tap dance on the thin stratosphere of icy social issues with a heavy and soft, fast and slow movement that allows me to confuse the perspectives at hand. I crawl through this distracting world with unparalleled boredom in an attempt to search for the the pictures I know I’ve already taken. My role is defined by a constant endeavor to give back to the society that pretends to nurture its people. My gift to combat their infinite attempts to resell me my treasured nostalgia will be a neatly wrapped package containing the choking hindsight of their collapse.
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