FAKEMIKA

FAKEMIKA - Chapter VII - I was locked in more than four walls. And yet I was satisfactorily contained in that order of things. I had a kind of Wakefield syndrome coming out of my own body, tricking myself into an imaginary body on the other side of the screen. But obviously it worked and not for me, but for a large part of society. While one was submerged, lightness embraced him warmly. The problem was the emptiness that one felt when returning to the sofa and looking at the increasingly decadent world and by contrast dark and opaque. The ceiling has some chandeliers, for days I have been thinking about tracing them digitally to add them to a stage where they are the protagonists, they woul...View all