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Images often end up into the cul-de-sac of phantom fame, evocations of a myth which is carried deeply within each of us, a kind of virus that pops-up the moment a trigger images comes by;

Take the Che Guevara symbol; a doctor turned into a nihilistic echo which crash landed into Bolivian jungle, only to be murdered directly by the order of the then local president, since then, posters, graffitis, have been landing all over the civilized sectors from this world's so called economy;

Under overpasses, upon t-shirts, it now begins to slowly fade out from the people's conscience; well, a virus always carries it's own demise, either through habituation, updating, always replaced with a more insidious one, efficient or not;

Here is chaos at work, located at a lower town street corner, all reworked to the 'new' shopping habits, the 'new' clientele now renting or owning the renovated locales, with the last mural graffiti being covered over with a metal stud grid, soon to be plastered with consumerism