MICRO FILMS
“A paper plane travels through a sleeping city— from hands that ache, hearts that hope, lives that pass each other like shadows on a footpath.”
NIGHT TIME
“She couldn’t breathe in them. But she could still ‘lie’ in them.”
“A paper plane travels through a sleeping city— from hands that ache, hearts that hope, lives that pass each other like shadows on a footpath.”
“She couldn’t breathe in them. But she could still ‘lie’ in them.”