SKYNET

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. - Rumi PICNIC AT THE END OF THE WORLD: A visual saga of dissociation and multiversal grace. This is not an apocalypse, It’s a picnic at the event horizon of our shared hallucination In a time when reality is glitching at the seams when our phones know us better than our lovers, when dreams bleed into algorithms, and when time is a bad joke we keep forgetting the punchline to... we lay out a blanket We sit down We remember what it means to feel This series, born from psychedelic visions and late-night existential spirals, draws from Donnie Darko’s fatalistic mysticism and Terrence McKenna’s psychedelic prophecy. It asks: What if you’re not just one person? What if this isn’t the only Earth? What if time is a loop, a mobius strip, a broken record you can dance to