Hans Rustad Sunset over Villa Ortuzar Evening like Doomsday. The street’s end opens like a wound on the sky. Was the brightness burning far away a sunset or an angel? Relentless, like a nightmare, the distance weighs on me. The horizon is tormented by a wire fence. The world is like something useless, thrown away. It is […]
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