Is the pursuit of glory an existential joke? A dead-end from which we can only escape to return again and again? An infinite loop of searching that traps us?
This piece delves into the complex question of chasing a body, a being, or a state of glory. Through the attempts to gather Gloria, one immerses oneself in the fantasy of being able to attain it, hold onto it, and possess it, as if it were a fleeting treasure that always slips through the fingers. An endless cycle of aspiration and longing, where glory seems elusive but irresistibly seductive at the same time.