– – untitled (fiat) – –

~ although the gimp-mask’s speech was the one i understood the most, he was a complete enigma. the first story he ever told me was already from the time he left the country. but i wanted to know more details of his life before that. at first, he would only talk about the usuals: cars, drinks, family, the streets and so on. i sighed in frustration, but i then realised: the cars, they were all broken; the drinks, all drunk out of desperation; the family, all turned to faint memories; the streets, haunting traumas of the past. ~

under the surface of this masculine performance, the cracks were hidden almost in plain sight. i was a victim of my past, everything i did was following life’s arbitrary order – or fiat, if you will.

– end of transmission –