Behold - the death of a Monarch
Flickering about without purpose or reason, embodying the unconsciousness of Jay Gatsby’s party guests, the moth is a superficial and tragic creature. Drawn to the light it seeks security yet finds itself face to face with a harbinger of death. Constantly attracted to the brightness of the party’s extravagance, they unknowingly lead themselves towards self-destruction.
“In his blue gardens, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars” – F.Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)