Lucky Number

Art was not the goal, but the occasion
and method for locating our rhythm...

...and buried possibilities
of our time.

It was about the true discovery of
communication. Or the quest for such.

Finding and losing it.

We, the unappeased,
continued looking...

...filling silences with
wishes, fears, fantasies.

Driven on by the fact that no matter
how empty the world seemed...

...no matter how
degraded and used-up...

...anything was possible.

Given the right circumstances...
...a new world was just
as likely as an old one.