From inside, some paintings remain at the floor waiting to be put up on the wall. Maybe it's not yet their time or maybe their time has already passed. These paintings appear like new whenever I notice them. And I wonder what this one is about: clouds, smoke or empty talking?
By the way this seems to be a man who doesn't notice you but who want to be regarded himself. In my opinion his clothes are ridiculous.
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