Landscapes of the mind, paths of thoughts, running the day, the night. The touch brings memory, the touch brings fear, the touch brings all the things you never wanted to feel. Life is cruel in the softest way, like a cloud that hides a thunder. The touch as soft and fiery. The thought stops and tries to breathe. No air, no memory, no prospect. The touch is the only thing alive now this touch with no heart, no mind, no eyes, nothing but a touch.

Photography collage

@Christina Savvatianou