sacrofuoco - Anni Luce sacrofuoco

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.

The natural alternation of the respiratory movement has broken, the first innate mechanism of the body, a symptom of life, has become forced, exhausting. Disoriented and scared, we got used to a new normality, we have lost the sight of the bad stuff, we have distanced ourselves from the cure. We agreed to survive, even at the cost of our own lives. We entrenched ourselves between walls and borders, believing that what we brought with us would always be enough.
But the rational calculation showed up to be incorrect and our fortress became a prison. We became suspicious of what we left out and, while our internal resources were getting thinner, we struggled more and more to tune with what was around us, which seemed distant, stranger, while our fear, our daily neurosis, were growing. We were light years away from where we thought we were, from what we hoped to become, our legs already gave up while the illusion to find a way out still animated us.