My concept merely tries to question the source of words and ideas that people try to impose on others, which bring about the thought of prejudice and the deep, blood red negativities that come with it. In the world today we are surrounded by hundreds of yellow lines that shine at us ever so strikingly, hitting us from several angles. However this youth of today shields it’s self away from this light; folds within its self, and hides its eyes with the giant hands that are made up of the very same light that is hitting it. It fears this sharp light for it might change it. However no matter how hard it fights, it gets hit hard melting it away into a pool of oblivion, making this person bond on a level that they never wanted to be a part of.