MEDIUM: Acrylic on canvas

The loss of homeland is unknown to those who never knew a home. The loss of culture is the death of a dying star, and after it has died, consumes everything it ever knew, in the rage of its demise, in the perversion of death itself. The man who dies fighting only remains to be remembered as the false hero of a pitiful cause. So be a good little lad, drink your Coca-Cola, and live the way you are told to. Culture was always but an illusion