Sarvey Tahmasebi Rector Photography
As autumn approaches, I dry up; I mock the leaves beneath my feet. Spitting up contradictions without meaning as if nothing sleeps behind shallow eyes. I have things that can fill my bags, and things to fill my thoughts. And even, thoughts that may one day occupy reality. Stuck in drawn out years, the man with golden rimed glasses and a comedian's face told me how everything is reduced to the most natural and earthly state, by means of saturation.
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