Assuck Thousand Mile Stare
This shattered mirror holds the only truth, the sole
reflection of our existence which is broken into
fragments. Each frail piece holds a distorted view of
double standards and hidden agendas. Each sliver captures
a cracked glimpse on scenarios of our exploitation. Each
culture scrapes its identity attempting to squeeze
through the cracks. But perhaps the most frightening
image of all is the blank expression on the face of our
society. How can we look at this anymore?
