Demonic Experiments: Censored Images of Bloody Wars

Spatters of fake blood, as real as a video game and as life itself. Soldiers with plastic gloves investigating the crime scene and unscientific evidence to solve the murder. The barren square where they all come together is covered with animal footprints and burnt gunpowder from people's guns. It is impossible for even a thorny plant to live here anymore. The pine trees, whose roots will pierce the concrete, will take as long as the rusting of the iron cages thrown by the stream. It is impossible to tie the trunk of a tree to the trunk of another tree and keep both calm. Each of them will one day break their ties in order to reach their own path, their own power. In the coolness of early September, insects crawling on a terrace will climb onto the rails that load the vines and rot away the branches. When the upside down glass bottles are knocked over, the rolling sounds will be mixed with the howling of the dogs, and they will need the air filled in the bottles.

The blood will splash higher than the water. The heat will herald the beginning of a war, not the end of a season. The first messenger will drop into the square and sound the war sirens. Helmets will appear as thin as paper, armor as fragile as a utility knife. When they touch each other, it will be understood how sharp they are and their immunity. Eyes will turn crimson and earthy, a unique vivid sky will appear that will hide the falseness of everything. It will not be carrying light, it will be carrying an object in which an incomprehensible object is covered with an unknown metal. Everyone will stand still for hours trying to make sense of this carrier and the object it carries. At that time, perhaps a centipede will be crossing the square, a swallow will fly into the sky.

September, 2023 paper collage // by Demon Ego