I am standing surrounded by the rubble of a thousand bad decisions; sifting through the faces, circumstances and events searching for something familiar so it can be crushed, without remorse, underfoot. The task is slow and arduous, performed with a cold heart and empty mind. I am tied in knots houdini could not shake from, confused and lost, shaking and out of control within my own personal dystopia. A wreckage of past glory, present fuck ups and future aspirations. A baron wasteground deviod of beauty and comfort extending for miles in every direction, its borders - like a solution - nowhere in sight. Moribund buildings crumble at each step, their debris demonstrative of people whose lives i have affected, positively and negatively. Some of the images land with a smile, others grimacing, horribly disfigured and others float, unsure of where they should land, or what they have meant, do mean, will me, to me.