It’s about that we were born, get accustomed to the bodies, that changes all the time, finally, something happens with everything. And in the course of time, we will always lose everything we adopted to. Everything turns out to be alien, and this alienation not only manifests itself in the form of loss, in the fact that we rely upon absence, but it also has another side. Nothing, in particular, belongs to us — we have only the world in complete. This nothing is a meeting place for aliens.
We live about the war. War has the gravity of a black hole, causes dizziness, and involves falling. This hole absorbs space, time (how fast those three months have passed), bodies, and lives. She consumes souls. How can we oppose this black matter of war? A ritual that creates its own gravity.