The Illusion of Safety? …Or should we say the mirage that is our existence? Day in and day out, never deviating from the numbing routine of eat | work | sleep | repeat. Living in complete delusion that material possessions matter. That money, power, and status denote our individual worth. Battling the constant gravitation toward the inevitable; our empty luggage of a carcass – void of meaning, strewn across a deserted highway. The shell we once knew, now a home for the carrion birds.