2020 in visual smells - Week 46
The Mirage of the mezzanine hides your height. Lying on the couch with the pencil resting on a finger of the notebook, I glance between the banana leaves that embrace the small balcony. Between their branches I escape floating in my multicolored socks, until I find the thread of my thoughts with whom we have complicities until the end of the page and I have to go back.