Carpe Fucking Diem. Life After

In 2009 one of my brothers passed away. For me and my family he was the sun. It’s been a long process of coming back to light. The darkness has changed us.

Shortly after he was gone, I had a dream. Tar-like black matter was crawling over his body, filling up and possessing his soul. We couldn’t stop it.

So many years have passed and the traces of this dark energy are still staining our lives. There was no smooth continuation but a sudden stroke that distorted our personalities. We are not who we were or could have been.

Recently I saw my brother again in my dream. We were standing on a shore of a lake, observing the horizon. It was quietly peaceful there. He looked at me and laughed happily. We hugged.

'Carpe Fucking Diem.Life After' is a psychological auto-portrait that expands on my family. Us - those who are left and who carry the trauma in our hearts. Us - who are suspended in the limbo between the beauty and happiness of everyday life and the dark clouds of the unforgotten events that hit us at some point. Is there any way out?