the world is made to scale
And eventually bored me.
Boredom is like a death and feel alive for the escape.
so now I run away and runs up steps colored, or maybe down, who cares, so I do not know how long the scale, nor do I know to what extent they are and even if you have to go up or down.
should not be anything.
I try to open locks rusty
the shadow and sound of a bell.
find stories and hear sounds that are intense images.
And I'm not bored anymore.
(photo Cristimar)
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