December, 2024
My empty castle
A utilitarian sculpture, dancing in the twilight between violence and elegance. An unstoppable force with no bounds, trailing a burning song in the path behind. A shape capable of provocation in those who behold a glimpse. And its beauty extends itself to the places hidden from judgement. An extravagant display without purpose. A soul which carries such weight but flies like a bullet. With nothing to lose and everything to gain. Meaningless yet divine.