NETOSEN

We come closer to the place where bodies are more distinct, where the skin is getting whiter, where lips are mute but the story is going on.

These are places where the faces resemble light, fixing your eyes you won't see any details but don't be afraid, come closer you'll recognize the shape

We are observing strangers. They are calm. They are observing themselves and let us to observe them. They bring to mind our relatives, especially those who are not present

We separate the familiar places from unfamiliar ones, behind the walls all of them must be similar, open space reigns in them. lights of planets intersect in them