A journey through Ra’s life, a day by day storytelling with no words, empty diary filled by leaves, no ink. Past present and future, well, future in terms of a never-ending discovery. Gold underneath the dusty tiles.
A messy room where it’s damned easy to loose yourself and easy to find things, a world of things with names. This grey sky and its pollution, people are running inside the fast tube, no delays for today, just running with no reason.
I woke up, I don’t eat for breakfast usually but I did it. I run so fast that I can’t tidy up my room.