A fly trapped between dream and reality, illusion and madness, in my bungalow on Neptune's moon. Intuitively searching for Dalí's ancestors in my family tree, always lighting incense sticks, addicted to caffeine and the smell of vanilla.
I have a vinyl record spinning in my brain, always stuck at one point. I will not let go of any idea.
Following
Story by Surrealist
Messages on the Bedside Table
Short messages for my lover made from random red or pink words that come my way.
