Living dust

The remote control is in the refrigerator, the onion is in the closet, the pot is in the shower, the spider is on the ceiling. He looks at me and tells me to do something. I am a particle of living dust, I have to get rid of those deaths. The atmosphere is dirty, our mind as well. Heaps of dust settle, everytime, everywhere, in my body, in my mind. Our life is a continuous cleaning, like dust that doesn't want to suffocate in dust.

emi.me321I am Anna, I live in Italy. Photography and writing are my hobbies.