Passage ll manifests the libido under pressure—wired, coiled, and fixed into a state of ornamental stasis. A raised dollar sign marks the clitoris, quietly indicting the commodification of pleasure and the crystallization of desire into an object form.Bright wax nodes punctuate the black ceramic terrain like warning lights on a control panel, or like forgotten candies in a machine. The structure itself feels extracted—sawn from a larger, invisible system still humming somewhere offstage.Passages are not vessels. They are cross-sections of psychic sediment, alive with tension, built for witnessing.
