We’ve all become daydreamers, egged on by the communicative and social media who are organizing our feelings of pleasure, lust, greed and envy, presented to us as a world of tantalizing images. But don’t forget we are creating this world by ourselves being driven by our traumatic fears and feelings from the past. We dream of escaping our dayly chores by wanting to travel as far as possible and in the meantime making ourselves attractive on our own, to be looked at by others, but unapproachable by our managers.
Sickening selfexposure is supposed to make us invulnerable, but over time this turns into a tedious set of neurotics. We’ve all become smitten by a complex personality disorder called The Travel Syndrome. Dreaming about being the big pophero in our own secluded spheres. Madonna is leading the way, forever young and fit! Until she and we totally collapse in the final 19th nervous breakdown. Here it comes…….gradually......... like a rolling stone, gathering the moss of solitude!
We want to return to the already discovered and explored exotic places and continents where once slaves were captured and nowadays a quite modern tranquillity reigns. But now we are enslaving ourselves by our passions and escapist tendencies, wishing to get in touch with a pre-modern world where man still could be living in savage conditions. Illusions..circles of changes...like the wind and the rain.