6: Garbage, 7: Between art and quarantine, 8: Oysters and champagne
door Mandra Wabäck
Imprisoned
During the lockdown I only felt safe outside on my own balcony. But while I sat there, the trapped feeling coincided with the image of the bars of the balcony railing, which had suddenly become bars.
by Bregje Tit
Simpel metafoor maar zo herkenbaar. Dat thuis niet meer thuis voelt.
Next story
One and a half meters of intimacy
#72 cats nibbling
Our
partners
