Lirieke: Young Livers. The Small Hours.

What can you sacrifice? Without dilution of introspect, integrity and call it all your own. A unique identity. An inane obscenity to formulate a work with such little knowledge of the world. Self indulgent and inconclusive. Does it represent something of us all? Not virtuous a contradiction. Exhausting repetition until nothing can be heard. A lack of dedication perseverance without indication. As if every fleeting word is a measure of your worth