A reflection on today's human being and how the individual is changing. Isolation, arrogance, detachment from the divine—exacerbated aesthetics and ego placed on an altar, yet utterly devoid of substance. Nature becomes merely decorative—dead, withered. Clothes resemble protective suits, shielding us from external contact, which we neither know how to face nor perhaps even wish to. Identity is missing, the true self is absent—the very voice is stifled by these anonymous, alien suits. Everything is suspended, frozen in theatrical puppet-like poses. We are waiting for the ongoing metamorphosis to complete. Something must happen…