IV Impermanence
4m
The trace of disturbing memories within a circle where the horizon is lost, what was already seen and reappears without any sense. The tiny space where dreams becomes lively present. Nothing is permanent, the dreams are foam.
The trace of disturbing memories within a circle where the horizon is lost, what was already seen and reappears without any sense. The tiny space where dreams becomes lively present. Nothing is permanent, the dreams are foam.
