Katalin Pusztaszeri

I took the picture, l lost the feeling

Spitting back the sunflower seeds to the glass bowl... drinking wine and preaching water... my life is a DOUBLE PARADOX.

I am wandering but could not see the incessant meditative beauty, the soothing effect of endless diverse patterns of the landscapes... my harmony with nature is incidental and transient... I am only able to remain switched off and dissolved for seconds. My brain is full with repressive thoughts and embarrassing criticism being wined back over and over again like a DERANGED MANTRA or a continuously REPEATED WEEPER.

Immersing, dispersing, unraveling... immersing, dispersing, unraveling.
 

It is too late now, humankind has already kicked over each dogmas that had inherently belonged to nature. A wide picturesque snow-trimmed river bank could change into a sweltering frowzy dark cellblock in any minutes... by fueling toxic engines, polluting water supplies, clearing green energy, nuking the plan(e)t, scattering megatons of the plastic waste all over this flat land... the world would not have a choice... to be trapped as a brainwashed inmate, by scratching on calloused outdated systems' garbage heaps or staying silent, going blind in the polished white Western incubus… there is no turning back…by letting the political powers scrounging on, devouring, eviscerating humankind, people are forced to be the hangmen of their own existence.

The fear has already been plastered into the thin air, eerie electronic signals are drifting throughout the rest of the greener states... THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS... elusive menaces, invisible to the naked eye, have been lurking IN  CACHÉS.

Immersing, dispersing, unraveling…immersing, dispersing, unraveling.