From the album of movement & music
Vietnam: a bigger metaphor for societal problems...being so absorbed by our own tiny objectives.
His eyes start to hurt, his vision is blurred, he’s enraged by the vain and reckless highbeams. Causing a crash, damaging a life, damaging the order without a care for disorder. These drivers care, only for bright lights,
blinding all, oblivious to the danger.
Who’s next to perish, blinded by the beams, to be in the news, to be prayed for at giỗ? Why burn that incense? Just turn of your highbeam, allow us all to see, to be home safe and sound. Should he confront them? Should he control the anger?