TOSKOVAT’
Anarchist A_

2022

PERFUMER
David-Lev Jipa Slivinschi

cREDITCARDS
SNOW
WHISKEY

DIRTY DOLLAR BILLS
INK
CANDLE WAX

GREEN SACRA RESIN
HOLY WATER
OLD CONFESSION ROOM
PRIEST’S CLOTHES
PLASTIC BAG

‘Today I remembered hypocrisy.

They sell us love, faith, forgiveness, blessings, distraction, dreams. They sell anything if we are ready to buy It up.

If it is hard to tell who ‘’they’’ are, it could be because of us… All we ever wanted was everything.

White-collared promises that children follow, a better tomorrow. Only if you work for it for every tomorrow.

And me, waiting in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping for answers for a different age.

Society remains dying. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?’ – Toskovat’