4 May 2012
Waiting at the crossing, cars passing by, like everything else, I want to get to the other side. There's a button, always a button, to make everything stop. To make you feel in control, but it's just a button, a comfort button. It gives you the illusion you are in control, like so many other things in life. The cars were always going to stop, regardless of my actions, it's only when I knew how little controlled, I began to see clearer...
Comfort Buttons • Opuss № I