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Home Sweet Home, photographic series accompanied by a poem, 2019
Sometimes the sink looks like a whirlpool and the sound of the leaking faucet resembles the Chinese Water Torture.
Sometimes the dust on the couch looks like a thousand little insects and the shadows of the cars dancing on the ceiling at night look like soldiers who finally found my refuge.
Sometimes all the pictures on the walls are staring at me with despise and their gaze is following me everywhere I go. And sometimes the mirrors are reflecting something I don’t want to face.
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