The sounds from the darkness that you can not see. The beholder of a world that is camouflaged by your own shadows. The architect of a growing visual empire. Not an individual but a mere entity that slips through the cracks left by your own disregard. A master navigator of the underwood neighbourhoods. A builder of the free movement and a criminal of consumerism. A trend breaker. A romanticized saviour of no cause. A craftsman of passion. A lover. An artist, writer, and activist.
An insignificant operator of another Google.com ghetto. |
