SMASH

We were dreaming of a world where no one seizes the truth. A world with a full spectrum of colors. We were fighting against systems, Stereotypes, Gender roles and oppression. The start of the war brought us back to the binary nature of things which we were trying to flee: Darkness and light, black and white, kindness and evil, enemy and friend. Pacifists transformed into militants, cosmopolites into patriots, atheists started to pray. Some of us took a weapon, some continued the fight with tools turned into weapons. Facing the war united us, unlike the different intent of unity we had before. Stories that elders used to tell in the past, became our present. A bloodthirsty monster that we deemed undefeatable is dying. Striving for death just prior to death in its last agony, viciously destroying life and smashing all. ...Since the idea persists, war is not over yet. Since the war is not over, no one is defeated.