Hopeless Width

About this artwork

It’s the year 2177. The land stretches so far that even my eyes cannot hold its width. I stand in the middle of this endlessness, swallowed by a world too vast to answer back. The air glows in unnatural green, as if the planet is still alive in some broken, unreadable way. For a moment, I feel smaller than ever before - and yet strangely certain that even here, at the edge of meaning, something is still watching, waiting, breathing.