mosca is whatever you want it to be. mosca is a mood, a state of mind, a philosophy. mosca is an aesthetic, bad jokes, black and white on technicolor acid. mosca is love, pulsations, dreams, open hearts and broken hearts. mosca is the animals that walk this earth, it’s the smallest fly and the biggest elephant. mosca is to fail, to dig, to fail again only to dig deeper. mosca is bad taste and tacky extravagance. mosca is repulsion, seduction, destruction and recollection. mosca is decay, disorientation and fears. mosca is the rush, the drive, the door, it’s the one’s that didn’t make it, the ones forgotten and the ones left behind. mosca is the denim jeans with period blood stains. mosca is the clap, the push, the tear of joy and the tear never shed. mosca is whatever. mosca is you. mosca is to be.