Decadent Saints

Welcome back, my beloved Burners. This year I couldn’t be with you in body, but upon your return, I can listen to your shaken psyche. This piece is constructed using a picture I took in BM 08 I feel very close to. After that, it is all Photoshop trickery.

Free your spirit. Decay the body, deny it, ferment it. Your soul soars, the most beautiful death is the voluntary one, the one performed to reach beyond what’s visible, the one that happens amidst the quest for the unknown. In a leap of bravery, in detachment you jump. The happiness of the decadent saint only to be achieved while dreaming. The day when you no longer wake up, you’ll reach the freedom you seek.

-Alex