Solitude in a city of 11.5 million
I've had so many things swirling around, not a fog, not an eddy, not a cauldron, but something shaped like a cyclone…
I've had so many things swirling around, not a fog, not an eddy, not a cauldron, but something shaped like a cyclone…
What are we digging up?
To renew and to renovate are different in some ways…
The wind rages, the sky blooms purple…