The Conformist: Finding Purpose in a Fascist State

In the bottom left corner, a man in a suit carries a bouquet of yellow flowers. He is walking past a large brick wall with words in Latin carved on it.

|Eli Holm| Suspended in anticipation, a man named Clerici sits awaiting his cue, a pawn of a larger game, too terrified to sleep, waiting to strike. He’s in a blank slate of ruin, without discernible emotion, putting on his mask of high-class clothing, tucking his gun, braving the winter air, ready.. Continue reading