Night. Fog. A Suburb.
This is my reaction to the deep sense of loss and loneliness i feel in this contemporary age: we are alone out there.
Everything runs but, at the same time, everything is still and that's what i'm trying to focus on.
A trip through the night; a cold sensation of absence humidity on the skin, an obfuscating veil covers the eyes. Everything's silent.
I didn't manage to escape from there. I'm still there as in quicksand.
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