We are used to suffer in a world and in a daily life where insecurities obsess and devour us, where disguising ourselves becomes the key, the only way out.
We want to be better, we want to prevail, we want visibility.
Our true self, our true personality no longer seems enough.
We feel the urge to replace ourselves with new characters, automatically creating a conflict between these multiple versions of us that try to show themselves and fight
against each other.
But what if this metamorphosis, instead of being a farce, was a chance, or even the
only way to express ourselves to the world? Could it then be the only way out?
What would it be like if the conflict between ourselves and what we would like to be
came to life? If our inner dualism took human form? Pain, dissatisfaction, chaos are
finally released. A war within the same body, two selves, two sides. Love and hate,
war and peace, morbidity and obsession, the death of the ego.