Flickr Friday
“Did you flee?”, you asked, found a retreat for protection and safety of course, but you’re not asking: Why did you escape? Who knows the answer? Who says: I do feel anxiety when I look behind, the familiar used up, away, just away. Inside it screams, outwardly feigned interest slopped out of fuzzy throats. Watch out! Don’t spill or clean it up later.
Text by Anna Töws
Image © Billy Yarbrough
Image © Clara Canepa
Image © Michel Nguie
Image © Jovan Todorovic
Image © Barbora MráÄková
Image © Jan Cieslikiewicz
Image © Kelley Smith
Image © Maria Emanuela Putman
Image © Liza Wolters
