imagery

Addicted to friendship, that was the curse of Myrtin. Any attention was like a water drop in an ocean dried of emotional. Banal conversations transformed his life in belongings to actuality. The scenery of ambience within convivial argumentation altered dramatically his perception on life.

And the rain never stops in its continuity. Only the wind interrupts the imagery of Myrtin’s consciousness. It’s a rendering of his thoughts on caverns of singularity and reflection.