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Memory is stored by the lens of the camera and the memory of the eye, kept alive by the heart and unfolded by the mind. Looking back at the moments engraved with the name of the loved one, the then unclear emotions that tormented the loved one are realized and reconsidered in a different light, understanding him, after passing into adulthood. The hidden grief, the layers of agony covering the soul, seeping down to it and eating it away completely,…
The blue velvet curtain sways smoothly, unfolding an artificially ideal world in which the suddenness places a reminder of the duality of reality. Hidden and waiting in the grass to be found, the portal of decaying human flesh with its spiral shape sucks and pulls the traveler down into its tunnel to a parallel universe, built of internal conflicts and rejection of identity. The one who has accepted the darkness within himself, embracing it entirely, absorbs the influence of the…
Not being able to express your feelings and shed tears, being stiff and unable to feel the snow on yourself, but only rusting, does not mean a lack of heart. To express emotions you must know them, feel them and find them in someone else. To know what it is to love you must be loved. This creates the heart you thought was missing and awakens it to a new rhythm. ────୨ৎ──── Your fearsome appearance suggests that you must be…
The brightness of the headlights reveals a portal between reality and dream, the lost highway leads the traveler along an endless road, engulfed in darkness, marking the subconscious with its yellow line. The blue light splitting the head of the criminal penetrates deep into him, extracting his identity and distorting it. Dissatisfied with his life, wanting to cover up his crime and shame, he creates an image that is the embodiment of his ideals for life. The Mystery Man -…
The two red gloves, one lost forever and impossible to regain, the other abandoned and thrown away so as not to remind of the first, as if like a drop of blood on the snow. Connected to each other, but not the same, the gloves have their own separate destiny and are not connected by a common path. The one who shelters and appreciates the discarded scarlet glove, pushes it to realize this difference and change things. He sees right through it, reaching his own reflection. He finds both the lost and himself in the process of mutual change.
Memories, beautiful and bitter, are the sculptors and creators of our essence, predetermining our actions and the choice of the decisions we make. Looking at all the irreplaceable moments, the realization of the mistakes made in the past and the meaning of the memories, lead to regret and remorse for the impulsive decision made by the wounded heart of a lover. Meeting each time as strangers, the attraction has maintained its intensity, cementing their destiny, for which the subconscious has…
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