Candy shoes

Humanity is infused with the sweet scent of illusions about fulfillment and the future. We consume satisfaction in every possible form just to silence the fear that we won’t manage simply to be. We step into a confectionery where sugar coats our thoughts and the world turns rosy. The first bite brings relief, the last brings emptiness. Consumption becomes identity, comfort, and a mask. In our attempt to gain control, we lose it. We dissolve like sugar in coffee—quickly, sweetly, without a trace. What remains when the taste fades away?