Within seconds, the unconscious shows its number on whirling heads, dictating its riddles worthy of an ancient sphinx. The wisdom that lives in the cavities of desire, disorder and fatigue, the eternal struggle hidden between us. In it, the somnambolo clown, the controlled, is taken by imagination, dream and parasite, who kills whom. A shiver in the spine that advances in the senile movements of a traveling body, of an unconscious mind, towards the abyss.

Banjo, JUN 2021. digital illustration/ TW: @1996Banjo; INSTAGRAM: banjo.1996 Made in Brazil, São Paulo.