damianrazziniphoto

https://www.kaltblut-magazine.com/to-hell-gone/

You are that silent plastic bag that makes whirlpools in the wind. You are the echo that resonates in the most remote corners of an industrial estate on the outskirts of any ghost town. You are free will. Nothing and no one has ever stopped you. Impetuous spirit, you wander fearlessly through the streets.
A truck driver will give you a ride and when he gets distracted, he will lose sight of you. Your journey never ends. You always walk away, aimlessly, without any purpose. And you walk until night falls.
Now you become that nocturnal creature that descends to the depths of this land to release the beast. You don't know why or how you got so far... to hell and gone…

Damián Razzini.