Publisher's Synopsis
It glowed against the white mask, made it brighter, made itstand out from the minimalist backdrop.Simple, bold of wordsmasked by a mechanical voice.A vision all its own, a vision with only one facewith a million bodies.One face, one maskthat may seem a prop to some, but symbol to most, a statement itself, not a relic.And some will say it is spoken wordsthat are hiding behind a computer screen, those who say are those who seldomtake to the streets to see.That those faces on the computersaccount for little of the population, there are those without the knowhowof such technological skills, and they, and I, are the physical minds, the daring, the freestylers, the bleeding hands with open minds, to wear this mask, this face, is not hiding behind it, it is celeb
