I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
It may be a good idea to blur their faces. I dont know why I say it. Probably I dont want these innocents to be killed by the state's bullets. And somehow their faces exposed makes me feel they have more chances of being found by those bullets.
Post a Comment