Bright lights and camera lenses make promises of an alternative heightened reality where adulation & celebration overflows. Helplessly, irresistibly and dangerously we are drawn in, blinded by the lights, drowning in propagated myths. Consumed by a burning desire to be remembered for eternity, to transcend this world into the pantheon of the Gods.

“It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years?... What, indeed, if you look from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.” Virginia Woolf, 1927