In that isolated world, eons away from what we once called society, I dream of you.
I encounter you in my lysergic hallucinations glowing in pink and golden: this galaxy plays with our fears and desires, and pulls the trigger that ignites our souls.
Despite my willingness to escape, the idea of losing what remains of you, this tailor-made hologram that keeps me on the verge of madness, just sickens me. I might get loose of these chains, or I might keep on following your steps inside the dark maze of my mind.
A wild projection of our memories, with only one programmable option for each expectation. In this chase, you are the distorted mirror. My mirage, made of salt and sand, of circular time.
Man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations without having explored his own labyrinth of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind doorways that he himself has sealed.
Darcy: Suit – Joaquim Moreno / Net shirt – Joaquim Moreno
Photography by Electric Percival & Novemba