Haze

It is insidious — behind the mask of virtue may be a desire to control and suppress my will. It has become so numerous that escape from it is no longer possible. «Black» feeling has become white noise. It fosters an ugly form of tolerance for everything that, in my childhood, was only a scary film plot that made it hard to sleep. If it used to be a struggle with the imagination, as I grew up, it became a struggle with reality. Confronting its many faces as an attempt to regain control over my own feelings and emotions. 

Caught by the camera, it is on a tight rein. My fear.