RESORT (10'29")
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Unsettled sky: clouds are wrestling with each other. The surfaces are not yet heated by the sun. The oxygen of this landscape goes through my dusty brains whipping all the mud away. Young pitful pines grow lost lining up along the hill, broken street lamps with no desire for the light are resting in unbreakable silence. Lonely gusts of wind goes through disconnected pipes and broken wires sometimes turn the lamp and by loosing his pulse nails down his gaze at the cracked window.
Long, fairly broad, but low ceiling corridor is admiring the view of the window and waits for a person to come – it will cross the frame appearing in its destined place. He will hang his coat and forget the road he passed. Sitting in his chair, gazing at the wall he will try to become a thing which is not as easy as it may seem. Walnuts placed under the nose of man begin to dance by drawing invisible lines. It seems that the character is getting weaker but this is not a fatigue this is a process of creation. You can then collect their details and leave a clean table in empty board.

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