While reflecting on the "meaning of money", I came to a conclusion that in the end, if we cut off all the social constructs invented by us, money is nothing but pieces of paper people gave significance to. Sometimes we are so intoxicated with it that we don’t even notice the flow of life and soar in it like lifeless objects in the space, bumping into each other, and sometimes intersecting with the very emptiness that eternally eludes us. This artwork is a part of charitable collection of Podari.Life that helps kids in Russia to fight cancer. https://projects.podari-zhizn.ru/digital