with a pinch of yesterdays
Few years ago, as we were hollowing out our house, I stumbled upon these scenes;
Don’t we know that children are adepts at turning shit to gold? So it’s a breeze for him to turn these thrown away bricks into something beautiful …
Unfortunately, I only had my phone with me (taking into account the fact that I should have been working too …?), so everything besides our beloved dog was shot with my phone.
But hey, I think it did the job quite well;]
This implicates that everything you hear was created afterward by me doing heavy foley. Only the drilling hammer was extracted from the phones footage.
having this dream …
small the steps, fatal the outcomes; a prolonged adventure, this gingerly quest … – in a world demanding for another kind