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[ there's nowhere to rest, there's nowhere to land, 2016/ - ]

Walking the streets in silence. The houses sit still, the days pass by, only to realize how much an illusion of belonging lingers sustained by someone's essence. 'Beauty is at its most intense when it is born of absence', once confessed Peter Zumthor. A first letter was left to its own fate, the first chapter of an untold story.






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