I used to think that freedom was a choice. But after I started making forced decisions for political, emotional and moral reasons, I stopped feeling free.
In these verses, I reflect on how a person reveals his freedom to the world, what he does with it. I wanted to create a kind of polyptych that would, on the one hand, tell the story of observations and experiences of the lyrical "I", on the other, show the limitations of human existence. Is it freedom to choose delusions for the sake of complacency? Is it freedom to dream of a lost homeland? Forcing yourself to live is freedom? Is silence for the sake of security freedom? Is killing freedom? Here is an approximate series of questions that occupies my head.