Don’t touch the grass: Who Are We Without Love? Just a Pile of Bones…

Our world — so reliable, logical, and brutally material — is actually held together only by thin, invisible threads of love. All its strength is an illusion, its rationality merely an attempt to lull ourselves to sleep, its materiality nothing more than dust in the wind. And love — that seemingly abstract, translucent energy no one can define — is the one true glue that keeps this world intact.
Who are we without love? Just bones, flesh, muscle. Just wandering shadows in the kingdom of dusk. Just memories and expectations.
Who are we when we love? We are a force capable of changing the world. We are the spark that makes any dream real.
We are… human.

Digital drawing, 2025