Our world is corrupted.
Humans kill humans.
The planet is sick.
Infected by a virus : humanity.
Utopia, dreams, hope.
Illness, pain, despair.
Existence, fractals, time.
White Rose was right, we spend our time chasing after it.
Time is only a conception imagined by humans, to control.
But existence is out of control, harmony and chaos are in constant disorder ;
On the smallest leaf of a clover, drops sparkle in the moonlight.
Neither big nor small, neither rich nor poor, is deprived of the shine of the sky.
Things are like that.
We're in 2001.