Walls
The walls are also photographs, aren't they? They're also light-painting. A fleeting, even momentary, picture of existence.
Was that what happiness was, wandering around, taking pictures of walls and not war?
The walls are also photographs, aren't they? They're also light-painting. A fleeting, even momentary, picture of existence.
Was that what happiness was, wandering around, taking pictures of walls and not war?