The Last Night of Modernism.

"Dance your last dance... drink your last drink, say goodbye to your dear memories, this is your last night, my modern creation." Looking for space to find here a new way of creating where everything merges and its only existence ends when its function is not exercised, the modern ends when everything is on the verge of exhaustion or when its function is no longer exercised... We think our preferences will make the future, everything is ravaged by unstoppable time, even ideas and concepts!