over 1 year ago Meanwhile, the world resembles a lump of snow in warm hands: it melts, runs off with water, but the further it goes, the colder the palms become, there is less and less warmth in them, more and more icy stiffness. The water, even melting, remains deadly, the sun sinks in a complex system of water mirrors and reflections, no one has time to warm up with it: immediately after lunch, behind the damp horns hanging over the station, dusk begins, then the feeling of thawing disappears instantly, the deceptive feeling of warmth . Rabro_ 0 69
over 1 year ago Asian woman, beautiful face, black and orange color tones, wabi-sabi art, abstract , punk collage , urbanpunk, flowerpunk, random textures, random graffiti strokes, kanji characters, surreal artwork, Impermanence Rabro_ 1 63
