Dear Viewers,

Welcome to the vault of untraced.

Unfortunately, we won’t be able to stay here

much longer inside this onion.

So, I left you this message to entangle the universe of unmapped land:

The internet is not just a network of computers.

It’s a network of people.

We hold a great power in its future.

However, you could not imagine it wasn't real.

Somewhere,

sometimes

our story starts so

very,

very deep unconsciously conscious.

Unaware of the time

for mankind to unlearn.

We are living in a post-privacy world,

where our online lives

are tightly connected

to our offline lives,

with the result that our information

is up for sale.

However, there is a space that exists somewhere

in the internet,

it is formed by a small part

of the deep

cyberspace, 

unmapped

by web search engines.

The territory that is

fragmented by myths.

In the surface web,

we are living double:

virtual & reality.

How if in the virtual life

we could explore anonymity itself?

The notion of the darknet

effectively eclipses

all the worlds of reversal

and the ghost of the visceral presence

of the treacherous permeates.

What does this darknet come from?

Out of what eerie network does

its invisible, lethargic connections unreachable,

pinning us down to the surface, to our screens,

compelling me to undeniable silence,

to normalise?