We are at best
an event universal micro-macro fractal
projected into infinity.
The dystopian reality of a psychotic.
Your fucking mother's crotch.
The look of a prey being hunted.
The instante in which you realize of how ephemeral life is.
What is always all that fits in one minute.
The tits of the fat girl anxiously awaiting recess.
The contradictory systems of government.
Coca-Cola cans reaching the moon.
It is always life cat's boztesos.
Children's lies.
The vaginal air that escapes you when you take .
Grandma's old boxes.
Enter the antesala of the bad life with your cousin.
Scratching.
Siempre is this the smell of onions frying in your kitchen.
The book that made you cry.
It is living every sweep outside Doña Ramona's house.
It is the life la mamoof the four twenty-seven.
The deep and bitter face of truth.
It is in its simplest essence, open your eyes every day.
Photographers: Gediminas Jankevicius
