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what do I do when I disappear?

instagram is empty

and the devils are here

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AKB 2019

2. Lost in the city

Once upon a time, a girl is lost. She has always been lost, she will always be lost, even when she’s found, because for her being lost isn’t about not being found, but rather about disappearing, a state of mind. A girl is lost, lost in time. She’s lost in the city, but also found, because she knows where she is, somewhere, anywhere, and that is enough. Constantly being lost, changing, living in tranquility. It’s enough. It’s perfect, to be a spectator of life, to see everything, to feel everything, to be a drifting observer, to be forgotten and remembered.

3. “The sky turned purple”

Have you ever noticed how little it takes to make someone smile sometimes? You know, all the small things that don't get a lot of recognition, but that makes you happy nonetheless? The smell of the rain after a tiring day? A sunset, in all shades of red, orange, yellow, pink, purple? A cup of your favourite tea? Or a cup of coffee, with the exact right amount of milk? A small kindness? Someone’s laugh traveling up the street?

This, my friend, is the glory of small things.