It’s just a dream. Good, bad, ugly.
Is it only me dreaming?
Or maybe you are and I am only the statist in your world?
Or maybe it was an experiment in which something went wrong?
Someone forgot about us, died or fell asleep. And someday he may wake up and release us.
In the meantime, we keep going farther into this madness.
Everything is so real.
When you hit, it hurts.
When you cut yourself, you bleed.
When…
Maybe…
Dream On.

 

concept & photo: Labunko
model: Agatka
text: solferr

 

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