A world where a pizza base became a new Mayan circle and randomness of its ingredients became the new sacred. It’s a chomping reality, where everything is mixed together, any poetic gesture is swallowed, and the meaning is dissolved in the acid of the gastric juice.
This is a world of flavor enhancers, dopamine pits, semi-finished cultural products, and baked universals. Something that is under your nose, but hidden deep in layers of greasy soot and powdered sugar. A world of soft power, hidden addiction, satiated passivity and insane euphoria.
— Daria Karakulova