CONES NO 1

I am trapped within the geometry of a world unraveling, a world of sharp edges and soft deceptions. “Cones Nos 1 - 2 - 3” is not a study of balance, but a dissection of distortion—a shifting puzzle where truth is no longer a foundation, but a fleeting illusion.

Cones No. 1 is a deceptive vibrancy. The world still shimmers with colour, a hopeful mask painted over fractures too deep to mend. Politics, power, and people collide in a perfect symphony of disorder, their sharp intersections forming a network of contradictions. We exist in this structure, barely noticing its flaws until the pieces start to shift beneath our feet.

Cones No. 2 deepens the dissonance. The warmth of structure turns to chaos—an overwhelming saturation of lies disguised as fact, of manipulated narratives that poison minds and fracture societies. The air thickens with anger, division, and desperation. The madness of the social world spills into our homes, into our thoughts, into our very being.

Cones No. 3 is the aftermath. The colours have dulled, the once-sharp edges softened into an eerie quiet. The environment bears the weight of human neglect, the psyche fractured by years of misinformation. We are left with remnants of a world we once trusted, now forced to navigate the debris of mistruths, seeking a way forward—if such a way still exists.