We’ve got it all figured out. We’ve climbed all the peaks. We’ve taken over the whole planet and we’re sending messages to outer space. Our arrogance is boundless. We have the answer to everything. That’s why I love secrets and mystery. Like folios and manuscripts lurking in the depths of old libraries. Their indecipherability is hopeful. It reminds us of our awkwardness. Sometimes the bloated human race goes quiet, at least for a little while. The tornado has passed, we can pick up where we left off.
Gábor Roskó