The Last Sunset

We’ve pushed the world to the edge — the edge of silence, the edge of fire, the edge of disconnection. And in this sunset lies the reflection of how beautifully we learned to destroy. And how stubbornly we refused to listen. To be an artist in this moment means to breathe where the air no longer wants to stay clean. It means to witness pain — and not look away. It means to speak — when silence would be easier. And to create — not out of hope, but because breathing would be impossible otherwise. When the world is drowning in injustice, war, death, and plastic, art remains the last proof that we once had a soul.