Everyone wants to feel special. We are proud of our existence whereas we are all just the same –  short insignificant episodes in objects’ life. We are only the background for the trees, buildings, chairs and other creatures, trying to figure out how to move without bumping at each other. We want to be the most shiny star on the world’s ceiling while we fade, one by one, minute after minute. We are born, we are a part of the city tissue, we exist, we die, convinced that we changed the world..




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