Outside thoughts of mud. Inside, design, art. Only the things in the attic still know a different story.

Outside thoughts of mud. Inside, design, art. Only the things in the attic still know a different story.

Rushhour traffic. Trucks with human cargo. Tired workers on their way home.

Rushhour traffic. Trucks with human cargo. Tired workers on their way home.

Hot! Dog! The sign seems to shout at you. But nobody's been eating here for a long time. The place has been closed for eons.

Hot! Dog! The sign seems to shout at you. But nobody's been eating here for a long time. The place has been closed for eons.

She's gone. But her colours remain and their voices are louder than her's ever was.

She's gone. But her colours remain and their voices are louder than her's ever was.

Straight lines, strictness. Tradition. Light. Chaos in my head.

Straight lines, strictness. Tradition. Light. Chaos in my head.

A bed wasn't available. Nevertheless, sofa and pillows kept me nice and cozy.

A bed wasn't available. Nevertheless, sofa and pillows kept me nice and cozy.