Camera

Rumor has it one takes pictures of stuff that one is afraid of losing. The girl who captures moments with her camera seeking the company of entangled dwellings beneath the womb of nightfall for the city is silent in this witching hour of her heart; her misbegotten heart which, with - step by step - every beating also grabs, in her own way, fragments of reality. So, she wanders through the whisper-lighted streets by taking pictures and immortalizing shapes, searching for a dead-end for finding a living door, a door, which she may be able to preserve, to his sorrow-sealed soul.