I bump into the plastic streets of artificial creatures all competing for the sweet fruit of the concrete jungle.
True love became obsolete when we turned our backs on nature and reality.
Surgically modifying our physique to make us all more unique.
All wanting to be bigger, better, braver, more impressive… we stare at our feet; where it’s safe.
We forgot where, who and why we are and simply retreated into a materialistic battle of need in which we defeated ourselves, still desperately full of greed -
The bloodied field corpsed in pedigree half-breed bodies. Twitching and glitching with crossed wires growing weaker by the minute.
The scavengers arrive at the scene, bugs and poor tech mutants alike strive for the habitable spare parts that they must have in order to survive,
- to make them complete.
People are no longer buried, the dead deformities are just left to rot in the desert heat.
We live in a virtual company world beneath misleaded extremes and without belief, what do you see when you bump into the streets?