This is a prelude and fugue in f# minor that I improvised that expresses what it has been like to grasp the relationship that modern man has with the truth. Modern man is a creature that loves lies and half-truths, and refuses to understand why his life continues to deteriorate as a result. Because man cannot be made to see the truth - even when it is staring him in the face - one must cut all ties that will bring you down with him as his surroundings become worse and worse, and as evil men take advantage of his willful ignorance. The only solution is to not take part.
This piece follows the baroque form of a prelude and fugue, and has some call-backs to Vivaldi and Bach, while also integrating some more modern elements reminiscent of Copland and Shostakovich.
