Flickr Friday


So beautiful, Marie – “I am hot” she said and he asked: “Should I make you a hole into nature?” Blood flows (down). Blood, warm and black, like pasty bitumen. “If you are cold, you cannot freeze anymore”, he says and blows out the sun, because God did not.

Text by Anna Töws

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