A bundle, from August 2020 to march its insanity. I never dreamed of to put it into a bundle. I thought I would wake up being killed slowly. Cannibalism locked up in mental hospital. It happens there. I stayed calm. The next day I could leave and he would kiss me twice. I was smelly and all in blood. I didnt felt like making love. I was shocked. And then again drugged. And drugged. And drugged. Surviving, it makes me lonely.
Photographic work from me when I was 14 years and started with posting on Flickr (yahoo). I was remembering myself almost. Along with poetry.