
I tried to start from my comrade’s dreams… and the story ended up here.

I tried to start from my comrade’s dreams… and the story ended up here.

Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.

I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.

A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.

A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.
