Picture this: billboard signs rest mighty atop colossal concrete, looming over with blinding neon pixels, flashing animatedly in disarray sequence. Honking of taxi sears through the murmuring of commuters spilling out of the tube station. Plastic carriers pregnant with loot fresh from the high streets rustle like white noise. And as you heave in, an inhalant of perfumes, exhaust smoke and steamy asphalt fills your lungs and overcomes you. Just in the instant you are sedated momentarily.
It is a world of over stimulation.
We [need to] explore the effects of living in this great excess. To understand the realities of reaching beyond the 'Golden Mean', a governing concept the Ancient Greeks once swore by to ensure harmony and balance as not to rival the excesses of the gods. Perhaps in this secularist time, the idea seems archaic. But it still poses a valid question to re-examine our human limitations and to restore a sense of restraint for us to exist more meaningfully. To eventually let the drowning out and indulge in its simpler composites. And really, just so we can breath more easily.
- Nabil Aliffi, Vulture Issue 2 Excess