CONFIDENTIAL, DEPENDENT TRIAL

In this rare autumn leaf rain, the last burst of flame of the still bubbly, rust-marta summer seems to be gently straining at the memory filled with pleasure. The soul happily forgets itself again, while the simple mortality of the natural landscape can be lost among the magnificently superstitious golden storm leaves. Things and objects can be simplified when stripped down to the bare bones, because they can become the same. With sharp, crystal-clear lights, the gentle detail is arranged just like the easy soul migration of the Universe.



Fragrance and holiday, humble silence, in which even discipline stares blindly in front of itself on an indifferent, dim morning. The invisible elf-glow mercilessly fills the memories of the past and the speeding loops of time. Now everyone moves in the same One-Essence, rushes forward, and makes repayments. Halfway into the creative romance, the childish illusion and the naive imagination playing with the soul bump into each other at will. What do ungrateful people who can't find themselves better research?!



Their distorted efforts almost see through and suffocate all confidential, dependent attempts. All wild waits are grouped into blocks. Only this silent, grotesque tension; the chaos of emotions, the calculating fly, playing chess like Russian roulette keeps the thirsty still hoping for happiness in check. What kind of love can bring the little ones who need help to the created world from the wombs?! Shameless, who dares to stand up and take responsibility now?! - A lost adult will always look back from the other side of the interrogation mirrors! His face is distorted by pain and fear, his grimacing is strained!