And that’s how we wander, save ourselves and climb. We are all civilized as long as there is room for everyone. Once we realize that there is not enough room, then the trampling begins.
Because the survival instinct is in our genetic code.
Who lives and who dies now becomes a matter of physical and economic power as well as luck.
Which one will be closer to our rescue?
Who will fall to step on him?
Who will we push to fall?
How will we cover our tracks?
How will we present the situation?
How will we justify our actions?
To whom will we confess our mistakes?
How will we pay (literally and figuratively} for our passions?
Art, interpretations, nonsense or raw reality?
