Sometimes I look up to the sky in order to forget that we are down here.

​

To be born a millennial means that, ever since you can remember, you simply try to forget the mistakes of our existence.

​

And so does our society.

​

The burden of guilt may be too heavy to acknowledge and a change seems too painful.

​

First ignorance and then denial.

​

Now, we follow with acceptance and isolation.

​

Some of us even embrace the romantic idea of an end; a lonely place in our minds where we isolate ourselves. Within this isolation we find space to reflect and, some of us may even find beauty within this defeat.

​

What are the post-industrial remains and ruins all around us if not the end of a disastrous path? And yet, we are attracted to them as if we were insects flying towards the light of their past.

​

A light that reflects off on the scars of our wounded environment, showing us what we were too distracted to see.

​

It is within this beauty that we must take shelter and it is within the still beating heart of the failed remains that we must be reborn.

 

iyho