I have slumped into a all encompassing pessimistic feeling that “the people”
can never win this silent war between the haves and the have not. After what I have heard, seen and read, The enemy hordes money and control as easily as you and I breathe. The formidable, insidious, silent opponents thrive off control and money. We are nothing to them, NOTHING. How else could they kill men, women and children without blinking.
This picture is a still from a dance I see inside my mind that represents in an abstract way how I feel. The close ups have titles to describe my visual language.
Invisible Shackled Freedom
A Guardian Of Nothing And She Knows It
Driven To Insanity