“Hazy memories alternate with pearls of wisdom. Confusion and clarity. Light within the shadow. I don’t recognize myself. Am I newly born, or have I never existed? I don’t know where I am, yet I know this place. Ancient postures. Enigmatic spells. Futile potions. I wish I could count, but time doesn’t exist here. Am I the only one who hears this siren? A dance like a mirage emerges.”

Styling by Giuditta Tanzi - Garbage Core