He does not remember much from that time. Things have faded, like the color of a painting after too much light. The only thing that bothers him is this music. It keeps popping up... He thinks he forget what it meant. All he knows, for sure, is that he cannot get it out of his head.
Foreclosed to the future, hope is in the past. Foreclosed the space, hope is inside time. We haven't seen each other again. It was not our mouth and nose that were covered with a mask, but our eyes. We couldn't see each other during the pandemic. The mask was on the eyes like that of the...
Lying on the bed, in a fetal position, a man waits for a call. Check the phone morbidly until the call arrives. This will be the last step towards a definitive fall or finally his chance for rebirth ?