Monday, 2 February 2009


We have to live in a city where it snows. The blanket of white drowns the city's insanity, and the soundless beauty of a snowflake slowly floating down to rest on your coat makes you think of cotton candy as the snow-decked pavement crunches beneath your soles. A tedious walk turns into an exploration of joy and all its frivolities. A shiver turns into a squeal, and being cautious is a secret joy lost in the folds of a whispered secret.

A noisy, boisterous animate city is brought to Still Life, even as the shivers bite away at the bone.

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