The Material






The passions of the soul are nothing in the face of the triviality of today's world. Before the "golden calves" in the form of icons admired and followed by the masses there is no pain that can manifest itself. The permanent indifference to tragedy, to heartbreak or to love, is replaced by the deification of empty beings, those who adorn their existence with colours and camouflage their banality by projecting themselves as myths to be worshiped. It is the game of frivolity that is the only one permitted, the only one we can assume.









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