07/23/2024
An image in my mind for years:
A dragon Ouroboros made of weapons from throughout time, eating it's own tail. It's head is made of instruments of torture, of various kinds. Within that image, broken dolls littering a ruined landscape. It is an image of death. It is an image of human nature. Every war, in all of history, is built upon the broken backs of dead children. Why is it easier to kill than to talk through our problems? Is it fundamental to being human, or is it simply that we surround ourselves with so many weapons that we have made it much easier to kill each other? Or is murder the ultimate form of social anxiety? Peace, like love, is a choice.
Who do you CHOOSE to be?
"WARoboros: The Fate of Innocence" 2024