With this small body of work, I grapple with my privilege, and my tacit participation in monstrous systems that supported me at the expense of so many others.

Like a soothsayer of old, I look to the skies, and I take a hollow comfort that the very notion of winners is meaningless to the raging darkness. The systems and hierarchies designed, and perpetuated, to keep an increasingly exclusive and more privileged few in power are insignificant in theface of the storm. A long-overdue and well-deserved reckoning is in the wind – either by our own hands or by the eternal cosmos.