"All around me are familiar faces
Worn-out places, worn-out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, 'cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world" Tears for Fears, Mad World
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?
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