Time is a ring of Ubis, cycling back and forth again and again, ‘irresistibly pushing people into the future he has turned his back on’.

Whether it's an individual's life or a nation's history, it's rippling grand, and complex.

A country filled with familial fusion of care and hysterical revolutionary violence. There is a thirst for redemption lurking in the soul, a symbiosis of mother and child fused in the nation, and hysteria embedded in the revolution.

We are fleeing/thirsting for the same thing - a return to the Eden of our mother's womb.