EIKONOKLASTES by T0X!cΛN†

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From the desert stone of ruined Petra to the verdant limestone temples of Tikal lost in a tangle of jungle vines, to the fetid slums and floating shanty towns and the sub-glacial lakes and sunken city states, what waits in the cenotaph or the hollow lava tube, or bursts into the fog and dust of a pink grey evening to cast a long shadow in silent resistance to all thought and reason.

"Those words express our confusion,
serving as a declaration […].

It’s like how the songs describe. The realistic world widens our views, but also traps and discomforts us. It is the trap that makes us to be powerfully rebellious, almost emerging as a consequence. We want to throw this power to the society, waiting for the dramatic response […]"

HNW/DRONE/EAI