Welcome to a world of cruel dystopian colour; a place where the wills of people are crushed to smithereens while they writhe, screaming and yelling, for more-more-more, please; a realm of defecating into giant reverberating chambers that regurgitate it all as an intellectual sustenance gleefully chowed down on with great gusto and—mmm . . . yummy—appetite.
Alas, it would be remiss to try claim thorough originality: à la Yevgeny Zamyatin, every wall is see-through; but instead of baulk as one might like to idly imagine they might, au contraire it’s far more as per George Orwell with organised hates and everyone wanting to be centre of attention by showing what they had for dinner instead.
At least in colour it actually is, not merely a verse of poetic prose; an actual trick-or-treat artistic vision of the hell hole hall of mirrors in question.
Credits for the four images are presented top to bottom; the originals will open in a separate tab if clicking/tapping the link: my thanks to:
Thanks for reading 🙂
N. P. Ryan
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