Death By Taxation
In a world gone mad it can appear that psychosis run deep and wide but in reality all that we are measuring is ourselves alone. Expanding our sights, we take in the world and give it shape and form, deftly coloring it with our artist’s brush. All in an effort to bring it alive. Alive with ourselves.
As we pile up our debts and forget that borrowing cannot be had we slowly strangle ourselves. The ebb and flow of the tides merely keep watch upon the sands of time but this lie, like any other, merely obfuscates the truth of ourselves. Keeping secrets, we feign silence.