Dirty underground world.
Trap by size access, plunges us into the darkness of new
turbid years. The light leaves some background clarity in an enclosure
always taken by individuals with unknown scruples.
The decision of the bird, in clear representation of those who facilitate
changes in the "central command", has reached the largest of its
Everything is wet, gloomy, slippery, signs of deterioration,
patched, no matter how, and point of support.
And if we approach, with risk to notice this horror in detail,
there are hundreds of tiles that support the passage to the rhythm
of thousands of missing.
A virtual reality would appear before our eyes if those two
trapdoors will close and bury without turning back the events
linked to terror, ignominy, theft and slander.