A burden to reason, not to awareness.
A look that screams loud its sorrow, but that patently reveals the incredible cohesion of feelings.
The red ribbon reveals to the being a state of gloom where it can easily get lost.
The red ribbon exudes human discomfort and has a variable temperature.
An ergonomic and almost fluid compelling support that creates stillness, but also a cynical knowledge of emotional movement.
It protects the persistence of cyclical sensations that fall outside the broad opening of the vision that leads to crossing the same boundaries we set ourselves
The red ribbon wraps, prevents, protects and urges to a slow but vibrant unavoidable implosion.
The red ribbon lives on fragility and sneaks among the weakness of the Ego, it emphasizes the silent social disorder, but with its shine, it deceives the world as if it really was a common decorative ornament.
The red ribbon is what you don’t want to be; the red ribbon becomes flushed with your light and grows in the darkness of your soul.