When my cabin up north was to be renovated this summer, a container was placed on the plot.
When I stepped into it, I saw that the inside was really beautiful, like a work of art — the worn rusty steel.
I wanted to place a naked body in there, to see the soft against the hard.
I locked myself in the container with L on a rainy morning.
When I stepped into it, I saw that the inside was really beautiful, like a work of art — the worn rusty steel.
I wanted to place a naked body in there, to see the soft against the hard.
I locked myself in the container with L on a rainy morning.
When I saw her lying on the dirty cold steel, I came to think of human trafficking, we are slaves to money.
