I have this dream where i am in this blue fuzzy apartment and i know i have no freedom but also no desire for it, i dont know how else to describe it but it feels warm, nice, where im supposed to be.
I remember a phrase in this dream that stuck with me "there are worlds made of thousands of warm rooms"
Ive been working so much on the illustration for the art show that my eyes are perpetually red
Its not even good, the art show its just my shit hung up in a small art shop in the middle of Rome, what am i doing
Forwarded from Faust's talk corner
Yes! Dal 28 al 3 luglio alla Cart Gallery