When you are born creatively helpless, when you are unable to create, and beauty is foreign to you, you begin to distort the classics, mock them and talk about a new view of the artist. There are no artists among you. There is a circle that lives by the rules of the pack. You yourselves call each other great, brilliant and unique. But in reality, you are street performers, delivering pranks as acting, and hallucinations as directing. Everything you touch starts to mold and smell bad. But there will always be buyers for your rotten flesh. They will feign admiration and lie to themselves to please the ringing emptiness… Visitor, for your attention! Demons

When you are born creatively helpless, when you are unable to create, and beauty is foreign to you, you begin to distort the classics, mock them and talk about a new view of the artist. There are no artists among you. There is a circle that lives by the rules of the pack. You yourselves call each other great, brilliant and unique. But in reality, you are street performers, delivering pranks as acting, and hallucinations as directing. Everything you touch starts to mold and smell bad. But there will always be buyers for your rotten flesh. They will feign admiration and lie to themselves to please the ringing emptiness… Visitor, for your attention! Demons