EDITION#04
MELTDOWN - APRIL 2020
THE DAY AFTER

The day after has some interesting connotations often associated with soberly awakening following something catastrophic. It follows the dread. It is the aftermath. There is no anticipation because IT has happened already. We now have to put together the pieces and figure out a path to take. We edge forward over cataclysmic cliff-top and assess our new space. How will we embroider this new fabric? Will we look to the past or venture into the NEW and UNKNOWN?
THE DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER

Can you hear it? The wriggling wrath of unkempt chaos inside our minds? Maybe not, but it's there. THE DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER perched like a half-burned imp, thirsty for the bitter sweet nectar of human consciences. Is it a part of of us? Of our souls? Perhaps we are playing host to a larger being, divided and cloned among us, watching and playing with our weaknesses? Is this such a bad thing in any case? Without evil there is no good, without darkness no hope, without being lost we can never be found. And who deemed badness (or wrongness) to be so bad (or wrong) in any case? The Devil that chips away at us, is also the Devil that forces a new found resilience and strength.

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