We are holding onto our future as it hangs perilously, our cultures pending demise being dependant on our collective actions.
Holding onto outdated thought patterns, cultural infrastructures and histories at our peril.
Dangling in a delicate predicament, where the future we hold in our hands can fall from grace.
Hovering, and potentially slipping from our collective hands, as we blindly move forward, oblivious to the impending oblivion we co-create.
Text inspired by artwork: Losing grip (Michael), 2005.