To an artist , the end of the world and the end of existence is signified by the destruction of form, the disintegration of structure, the made, the being. Why? Because it is the not to be, because it is the dissolution of creation and the return to the void, the nothingness, the wormhole. Contemplating the ruinous landscapes of Syria dissolve into something akin to the formlessness of uncreation, wrought on Syria not only by Assad but by the whole apathetic silent watching world, I feel I am the void, the hollowness and the undoing of civilization. However, the worst thing that torments me and throws me into the abyss of the core of hell is the feeling that there were children and people living in those tormented skeletal sculptures of death and many, so many of them did not escape and will remain for ever integrated into the macabre ruins of steel and concrete.
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