A world of pastels, tea and cigarettes. Grandma’ house, paper crackers and sugar.
A world geometric. Nature is perfection, it glistens mathematically.
A world of the city. Trashcans, beer bottles an ash-tray floors.
A world of the living dead. People wander by as robots and zombies.
A world of shadows. Invisible demons and sinister forces of the unkown.
A world unreal. Everything you touch fizzles and dissolves down to molecular form.
A world of neon. Manufactured black lights and natural arctic auroras.
A world of symbols. Everything has meaning, a number, a shape, a diluted purpose.
A world of innocence. Barbeque scents, board games, chalk on pavements, pinwheels.
A world lost. Paradise an Inferno at the same time.
A world primitive. Cowboys, Indians, survival of the fittest.
A world divided in two. Night and day. Dark and light. Heaven and hell. Right and wrong.
A world of grey. Nihilism. Nothing matters.
A world of literacy. College campuses, collared shirts, library scents, coffee black, egg white.
A world of dystopian. Corrupt governments, nuclear warfare, technology, blood.