Artist's commentary
Day 40
Sometimes at night the sound of insects disappear and there are nights when not a single thing makes a sound.
On those nights, I become incredibly lonely.
So lonely...
Why am I in a place like this...
Day 40
Sometimes at night the sound of insects disappear and there are nights when not a single thing makes a sound.
On those nights, I become incredibly lonely.
So lonely...
Why am I in a place like this...