About the Book
Drifting smells of change, glazed cranial nerves, and the underbelly stench of the city. Pale, malnourished sky, with monochromatic wispy mid tones. There is a gray misty fog that lowered down around the concrete, and at times, I try while drifting through the clouds, to reaching out for your hand. You’re closer to me in a metaphysical plane than actual distance, for distance does not really matter.
Features & Details
- Category Arts & Photography
Standard Landscape, 10×8 in, 25×20 cm
- Publish Date Sep 28, 2013
- Language English
- Tags Blood, Skin, Body, Deconstruction, Metamorphosis, Cocoon, Nature, Sunlight, Sunset, Sunrise, Paint, Layers, Water, Symbolism, Mysticism, Monochromatic, Saturation, Metaphysical, Clouds