Our work is someone’s story who sees no point in making art because he has lost any hope in the human being. He thinks we are a terrible species dragging the whole planet into death and extinction. But as he is bored he decides to entertain himself by celebrating a funeral for the world … his own world as well. And in this gesture he finds the meaning of art that he was no longer looking for, that is to say, he discovers it in the abyss, in the dark beauty hidden within human monstrosity. Something which is a melancholic contradiction: very much to his regret, in this same gesture of despair towards the human being, he shows a terrible faith in men, because deep down he believes that they have similar wounds and will understand him.