AT DUSK A POSTMODERN TEMPLE EMERGED FROM DARK SHADOWS
Though, the big horizontal construction is one of the many concrete skeletons and unfinished house-ruins to be found in Spain everywhere, victims of the global financial crisis of 2008. This waste product of an unfettered capitalism here plays a a good match with a sparkling sunset – both enabling this mysterious photo motif.
A great tornado knocks again at the unscrupulous door of our weird civilization after the great drought. This unstoppable ice-melting inflation points rigorously on the deep and fleshy abyss where the maniac xolotl-dogs are leading the whistling chorus of the first days. So when afterwards the final tsunami approaches billions of phantoms will scream once more the old imperialistic yelling of perpetual national growth because the vicious dogs had already ingraved their crucial signs of no-exit into the tarred and feathered walls. The quite unstable planet earth rumbles like a hard-cooked crushing egg while the tornados strictly bend the dark forests on the unknown islands of the glowing red iron ocean where everything had begun during the era of restless vacuum-fires.
But this sudden drift awaked very mighty immortal enemies of the past: the steel-viper, the packice-bull, the plastic-dragon and the dump-lion. Their unthinkable weapons spare nobody, because these arms were once digged up from the huge dark energy fields and afterwards steeled by the latest gamma lightning. Some brave cosmonauts could already escape to the stellar constellation of the swan where they then had to sleep during endless nights in the crash-landed space craft wreck before simultaneously constructing the huge wheelworks of life reminding the following to always seek the magic circulating maelstrom where the cliffs of our cosmos gaze into the labyrinths of spacetime not far away in the next multiverse hidden in every moment.