The “RuZZian World” is a travesty, a reality show featuring serial killers. The whole nation is kneeling, bowing, and jerking in pagan throws, in paroxysms of patriotism, wallowing in their suffering. Z-zombies send their brain-dead children to trenches and get off on the masochistic slaving for the Tsar. The state matrix strips them of identity. The meat grinder of myth-making churns them into the sausage-like minced human meat, dense soup of dead heads, soldiers’ severed limbs. Stalin’s slaughterhouse becomes Putin’s massacres in Ukraine: Bucha, Irpen, Mariupol, Kharkiv.
With thousands of deaths blurring the border between good and evil, morality fades away. The “RuZZian World” kills not just bodies but souls. Art breaks the conveyer of meanings and the cult of death by questioning everything. Art is the realm of nuances and of doubt. Complexities undermine the crowd mentality, military discipline, and blind obedience.