Detwritus is a married couple, feminine and masculine, fused.  We want to share with you. We know that inside is the key, wrapped up in skin, sentience, and some sin. Detwritus shares because sharing is the only way, even though words are thin. We want to express family, to have one, we want to have friendship and to share love. 

We want people to feel, to thaw. We are emotional and we do not care if some laugh or jeer, if the many masks twist in disgust and feign misunderstanding  – because we know they are all hiding similar faces somewhere, always curling into forms of reception out of view. We live in a search for life, truth, because false facades aren’t enough.

Detwritus was haunted, once: with a monstrous obelisk of woe and sorrow obstructing the heart and stabbing the ceiling of the mind.We grew up caged inside, broken, arrayed in fragments. We grew up too fast, we grew up sad.  We want to eradicate the loneliness that defines being human, even though that’s one place we are all the same. We are struggling to be an antidote for psychic poison. 

We are changing, and the obelisk’s stability is shifting, in each of you too. Each arrangement is a stone slab tossed away. We are satisfied in watching it come down piece by piece. Nothing built over decades comes apart with ease.