An installation with Mina Me.
FAMINE
“My hunger for your starvation knows no bounds. I love to watch as your fat and decency shrivel and shrink. Where once you shared bounty now you gaze upon your brethren as next meals. Even when you sate your disgusting appetite in the worst ways, it will still only temporarily stop the crawling death I bring. Finally, when your gluttony is nothing but an ancestral memory and you are nothing but a ragged scarecrow on a haggard frame, I will pick my teeth with your bones before wiping my face with your napkin skin…” –
WAR
“There is a man in a faraway land that has sat idly for years dreaming of your death. Rest assured he means you no end of ill-will. You can sit here and take his silent, seething, blistering slights and leave him in peace but where will that get you? How can you sleep at night knowing he sleeps peacefully? I mean, sure I could be lying and there might be nothing to be gained from all this, but what if I am not wrong? What if my paranoia is your saviour and your war-mongering will save millions of lives the same shade as yours? I think it’s best we expedite things and send in the big guns immediately and I shall tell him to do the same…”
PESTILENCE
“How ironic indeed that the day will come when this vile virus of humanity is brought low by Pestilence Incarnate. I have tested and tasted the fetid waters over the years, throwing sweet sicknesses into their cauldron to flavour the broth of humanity. To think their petty Great War only killed 40 million while I was able to take 50 million with one casual exhalation of influenza enamoured breath. Oh, but even that was a but a party favour and my ways have come far since then, can you see it yet, the future that awaits when I unleash my final pox, my most beautiful plague yet…”
My DEATH
“My horsemen, my brothers and sisters in morbidity, mortality and magnificence, how can I express this feeling of gratitude towards the human vermin that have infested the planet? They took my lessons in Famine, War and Pestilence and have upped the ante a thousand, million fold. Now, each breath they take, takes the life of another tree, creature or human. They walk the earth and leave the shiny glorious slime of death everywhere they have trod. I am proud of my children and how they have become my horsemen but my pride in humanities endless tributes to my cause is boundless indeed…”
