On Making Stories Come to Life…

Written by Jacob Ibrag Stories so flawless or so she preaches. She blows smoke and we inhale it. It’s her world and we’re the static characters. Never changing, mostly irrelevant. Fixed minds. Black and white imaginations. She’s the architect, we’re the hallucinations. A collective of blank pages that remain honest till she presses her ink on us. Photographer Unknown

via Architect — Eyes + Words


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