In order to be authentic, one cannot be caged, nothing can be demanded of you. You can try many ways of extracting truth, thus raping the individual. I am a creature of contradictions, I cannot be trusted with a fixed state of mind, I live on planet Earth and I adapt. I so desperately wished…
The masked individual is a faceted crystal, as he spins, a game of light and reflection, color and shadow remind the beholder he can never be known. There is a blue labyrinth as a stage today, his long black cape sways effortlessly in special agreement with the space that holds him, a long hallway with…