23/06/2014

Day 76. Damn



Every day I collect pieces of thread, ropes, strings, rubber bands and I tie them together in the order in which I find them. Every knot a story. Every line a piece of the road. Spheres, globes, condensed days. 
Unless it is really too heavy to carry, I take whatever I find on the road. Clean or dirty. Small or big. No exceptions.



Damn.

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