Slip

“Die, then slip into the Void”

Slip captures resignation in its quietest, most intimate form. A single hand holds a lit cigarette, steady and unhurried, as if the decision has already been made long before this moment. There is no panic here. The cigarette burns down slowly, marking time in ash and embers.

From its tip, smoke rises and curls into words: “Die, then slip into the Void.” The text does not shout or demand; it drifts upward, soft and persistent, mirroring the way these thoughts settle in after prolonged struggle. What was once resistance has thinned into acceptance. The smoke’s impermanence contrasts with the permanence of its message, suggesting how casually destructive ideas can feel once they’ve become familiar.

In Slip, smoking becomes a metaphor for surrender. It is not as a dramatic act, but as a slow agreement with disappearance. Each inhale represents a step closer to letting go. Closer to choosing erosion over endurance. The piece speaks to the exhaustion of fighting the Void for too long, and the dangerous comfort found in the idea of no longer having to try. It is the moment where giving up no longer feels like defeat, but like rest.