In the remains of a marriage, kids flown out and everything´s falling, needs repair and my rooms are stuffed with discarded art that no one ever asked for and left over building material, mould and trash, I start to recycle.
The purposes, the plans, the dreams that never became, will get a new chance in a new shape.
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| paper, glass, tape, glue, dust and paint |
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