Red over white lines run parallel to amber waves of grain. A navy blue box rests in the bottom right corner like a cage for its fifty inhabitants. Struggling to free themselves, each bright star discovers it's stuck like fireflies caught in that deep, black blanket that unrolls itself over a dying planet each night. Immoveable, immortal. Or so it has been foretold.
A symbol inverted is more meaningful than when used properly. A representation of ideas of freedom, an indication of struggles to come. A tri-colored cloth outlines our history, reminding us of the lives lost and the blood yet to be spilled in this eternal fight. I turn it on its head. If everything I have ever been told was a lie, perhaps this is exactly as it should be.