There are too many names to remember and too less meanings to be found. We dare to think indifference as to be nihilism. Scraping the marrow of a culture, there’s a space of blissful cocoon. It is to be found not to be searched with conditions and establishment. A man goes in incoherence…the mist disappears and the tyranny of romantics guards the door. It is important to be dissatisfied. It is the Renaissance of a phenomenon, a rot of highest order.

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Photograph: Roman Kraft

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