Tension underneath eye brows..

Curiosity never pleases the crowd..

We ignore what we see.

It's not a fly. It's not a bee. It's a body.

Can you see?


Stillness shaped by the last motion is clear.

Momentum of movement...

Who knows what has happened before we're here.


Ten kilometres aways,
A big gang of macho men's play.
A realistic play of an action scene..
Violent men, violent keen..
Many people 's been as witnesses.

Transformation of senses.
Now, stories of them are mine..
The windshield, the wheels, the seats, the soul are gone.
I feel like i'm torn. I cry...almost want to die but fine..

The two little dogs remind me of a sense of a real home.
I'm home.  
I'm home.

I am home. I am fine.
The doors are locked. The windows're shut.

Hushhhhhhhh..
Let's forget about it.