I’m tired
The space too is silence-soaked, the colour is cold and the human figure’s shadow is sharp, as it would bring back the burden of its thoughts and the pain tightening your stomach.
An animal figure eludes the solid, built-up space, what we can’t keep under control: the instinct and the longing to survive. And they both overwhelm the real or non-real cages we build up by ourselves. With the figure, a possibility to succeed reveals itself.
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