In the autumn of 2014, the single-family house in the last row of the villa area was lit with night lights that never went out. This building made of black and gray bricks resembles a coffin, reflecting our morbid desire to spy on each other. There is a rusty Swiss Army knife hidden under the third loose wooden floor in the attic, and there are six parallel nail scratches on the westernmost column of the underground garage - these are solidified in the concrete.
The evidence here is the interest we pay for our freedom.
Intent: In the quantum entanglement of pathological dependence and desire for freedom, cut open the black tumor called "love" - when the desire for control becomes the ventilator that sustains life, and when the chaos index breaks through the cage of genetic coding, the twins imprisoned by blood can only complete the most violent entropy resistance to fate by embracing and self-destructing.