there are depths in humanity which one cannot explore, as there are mephitic caverns into which one dare not penetrate. madness in any direction, at any hour. the anatomy of human destructiveness, a hole like a sewage drain for the fine clear coat of civilisation, a place where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools. if there is such a dark moloch which deviously knots a thread within us, with which to hold us and draw us down an eerie and delirious path that we would never otherwise have set foot on, then d. carbone’s mephistophelian alter ego honzo pulls us with his 4th installment “distopia - un mondo indesiderabile” right into its gaping abyss, leading us there where we would have never consented to go.
panic. it creeps up the spine like the rst rising vibes of an acid frenzy. the haunting chill upon your neck. there is a sound intensity makes while echoing through the body, the epinephrine pumping through the jugular vein, voices from unknown origin, the blood throbbing through the numb extremities, heart palpitations, the flashing visions, cold sweat, the heavy breathing, hyperventilation, dissociation, fight-or-flight. honzo gives us a vision of what it means to truly be in a world of terror and angst and in the secret bloodlit dark behind our eyes we enjoy the cathartic abreaction this brings us.
