Origin

The 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 […]

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The man with the moustache

A 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 […]

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