Note on Eded

Eded somehow embodies the sensation that all paths begun are, in fact, completed before starting, they lack any middle, the journey itself. Within this space is a crisis point of always ending. This nihilistic stalemate gives you a strange sensation of time running in all directions, you meet yourself coming back the way you came to go. Everything is inevitable as you Google images of your grandchildren before even meeting their grandmother. Eded sets the end in stone, it arrests the end as a thick, immense wall, rippling with heat.