Addiction often equals disease. The cure is taking in what you are addicted to. Otherwise pain arrives. To escape the pain, you search for a potion, be it medicine or drug.
My pills are scattered between the frames of New York and they are composed of anxiety and consumption, loneliness and dream. “Pray for pills” follows places as traced on a mental map that wishes to pierce the everyday asphalt, lines where one moves around stepping on anthropological spaces that feed a collective consciousness, far from the American stereotype.
This is the story of a metropolis, of its relationship with whom lives in it, uses it , dreams of it.
This is the pursuit of the anxious feeling of being alone, wrapped in an endless body. The desire to walk on dark never straight lines, in search of an interpretation.