ED, "Underground Bull Sheet", digital photo 2014
Now, that I opened clear page, what is stopping me from shitting on it?
Your judgment!
Every thought passing my mind is subjected to it and none is
strong enough to stand its ground. How do I even move my finger or turn my head
without sensing your gaze? More than a century passed after the Death of God, but
I still tremble, for now it is your turn to accuse me in shallowness,
platitudes and plagiarisms. Who are you, my critic, curator, hypothetical
reader, common sense, public opinion, estimate sum of everything? Tell
me how to count calories, gain points, improve my smile, write “LOL”, stop on red, vote
for democrats, benefit those less fortunate, and have better sex.
Who will proclaim the Death of You and if someone does, will
it help anyone to shit on clear page?
