Skeletons
May 4, 2020
It's not black. There is color. It's intense. It's the shapes that give the colors their value. It burns. There is panic. My city is collapsing. Oh, I tried so hard on these constructions. I built everything I could imagine and designed the road plan with see-through villas along green avenues and shadowy alleys with brothels. Nothing seems to remain standing. Only the fear. My city is collapsing. Skeletons remain.