Mixtory | Massive: the clock of despair

In a dark corner, forgotten by time, something round gleams white. Oxygen instantly vanished through the broken window of opportunity… Exact figures are firmly sealed over with monotonously repeating words of despair, because the precision of time carries no meaning. At what moment did the clock undergo such a harsh modification? Perhaps it was like this from the beginning?.. A very convenient thought for those who prefer to blame fate rather than fight their own weaknesses.

Mixtory | Massive: Half-dead

A torn piece of plant flesh in the embrace of withering grass… The destructive blackness captures more and more territories… Half of the living surface has already turned into fragile debris and this process is unstoppable. There’s more in common between an individual’s life and a leaf than it might seem: both begin to die after separation from the stem/umbilical cord. The only difference is in the timing.