Changing reality,
we move through the stars, pushing them apart with our bare hands…
— We race toward our dream without sparing ourselves,
scraping our hands bloody…
— Our mission is to be happy—
even if we suffer along the way…
— We cannot be stopped.
We are like comets.
We are like sunbeams in the universe.
Racing,
racing,
and racing on.
If only we could stop the moment,
look around…
see the world that surrounds us.
But we are blind—we see nothing!
We just hurtle past billions of stars toward our impossible dream.
Every star in the sky — that is US!!!
COOLED
BURNT OUT
STILL GLOWING
DEAD
NEWBORN
RADIANT
*2019, Kyiv*