ROB IT

Some race forward while others stay at the roadside. We sprint like rabbits, like robbers, our bags either hollow or filled with mere illusions. Oh dear ! Oh dear ! I shall be too late !

How did this happen ? What kind of world have we shaped, one that mirrors an expressway, when we need a home, a hearth, a place to unite ? This throng of runners looks like a swarm of robbing rabbits. What exactly are we robbing ? The time of others, who in turn rob our own... click click click...

This is my inaugural exhibition in the void. Second Life’s so called ”art” community ignores me ; I leave Second Life’s community. And all is well. Thanks to you all, stay well ! 

Here I’ve built my little world, my house, my home, my hearth for many years to come. You’re welcome, no matter who you are : spit on the ground or enjoy my stories, never mind — this is my life, c’est la vie.

_ Milena Carbone