Somehow I was never paying attention during the class but somehow I always knew what was said in the end and somehow I could always give an answer. Somehow there was no importance in what was said but just in what I am imagining. It has nothing to do with the teachers or the environment […]
Read More SomehowThe origin of every sort of history are the internal and external stimuli we happen to meet there outside or inside. This morning I saw a painting sitting on a bench, abandoned and completely alone. The sun hasn’t still reached and touched it, because it was late and the sun wouldn’t reach this point at […]
Read More OriginA spontaneous story of just some lines, late at night. It’s late in the night and the small bright room is already full with steam. The plastic curtain is barely to see though it’s right next to the body, which being washed, absorbing the water. Some lines on the low ceiling are clearly shaping the […]
Read More The man with the moustache
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