Why do we let our feelings hide beneath cloaks of defense? We protect ourselves by punishing the outcasts with tools designed to pry and mold. If doubt and fear break through our veneer we search for an opposite extreme. Anger builds the door and violence holds the key for upsetting blind systems of control. Infinite cycles of regress spin through space and time forming a blackened sea of lost dreams and bloody fear. The sea is polluted by industry and violent resistance. We are called into the sea by one extreme or the other. Drowning beneath waves of conformity; drowning beneath waves of contempt, we dream of breaking the surface. Hope lies on an unborn horizon. The thoughtless, black and white eye is blinded by the brightness of the distant Inferno... PSYCHIC DISTANCE