Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Reflektor


Trapped in a prison, in a prism of light
Alone in the darkness, darkness of white
We fell in love, alone on a stage
in the reflective age

Now, the signals we send
are deflected again
We're so connected, but are we even friends?
We fell in love when I was nineteen
and now we're staring at a screen


Date | October 31, 2017
Location | N/A
Viewer | Firestorm
Post-Processing | Krita

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