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From the artist:
Trees grow amongst empty buildings. Long centuries of fictitious duties to conquer, civilize, know our places; lie as shattered soviet statues. But still factories rumble, consuming finite resources, and masses of plastic float on the sea. Our chosen leaders, full of sound and fury, take up arms to defend imagined boundaries. While the trees grow quietly and the plastic gently spins in the mid-Atlantic gyre.