Manifeste n°31

Manifesto 31

We’ve let them guide our hands, absorb our grief. They told us that we would succeed, in growing up, healing. 

But the truth is… we feel bathed in formalin.

Surrounded by our fathers, driven by an impulse that slowly spreads through our pulpit, the obscure desire to fill this inner void has become more complex. 

The vision has been inverted, giving way to a limitless future.

Heaven has called us to order. We set ourselves a goal, keeping our eyes wide open. Yet, we still couldn't understand anything. 

The sky is black, yet invaded by a ray of hope. Our reflection showed us how our mind could penetrate the real. But when it slips out of our hands, it becomes a reality both familiar and anonymous to us.

We can no longer bear his presence. Not ours, anymore. 

At the service of this world, he finds his place far from us. He's just a stranger now. 

Our dreams get bogged down between our fingers, squeezing and suffocating situation. 

We then breathe a new air where the unreal has become reality.

CAR ACT AIR