The hour of killing has come. Traveler, there comes a moment when the heart can no longer remain a temple for all that has poisoned it. It is the time when love, fears, desires, grievances, and old names must be slaughtered at the very root.

This is not cruelty. You should rejoice in it. It is the final grace granted to a soul that has carried filth within itself for far too long and called it life.

At this moment, a person dies inwardly, but not in order to disappear. They die so that they may finally stop feeding what was never true.

After the killing, silence remains. And within that silence, space appears for a new seed.

Do not continue feeding within yourself that which should have died long ago.

(60cm x 60cm)