A neon draw my attention during my wandering in Brussels. The name of the bar reflects on me like a query. It’s February in Brussels, it’s very cold. I guess that inside there is a form of heat. People walk in front of our screens, everything seems unreal.
is love our pornography ? so many pictures passing by pixelazied by our own story this story a reflecting one ? depends on how u are free to love. free free to go out of how it’s usually described if the one u care about looks like the other one on the street there is a mistake u are another in an other place and in another state no answer, we are just looking for the right question how can we say i love you, if we can’t accept to hate it hate that love, the one who is our trap, i guess giving too much is the best way to get lost again vanish your memory please