we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray. *
fem fyozai
*Corona, Paul Celan

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Mike Driver
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we're not kids anymore.
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Cosmic Funnies

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we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray. *
fem fyozai
*Corona, Paul Celan
Mountains
My first oil painting in life, created on November 17, 2024.
La Pieta
After death, Dostoyevskaya like a pinhole that had almost disappeared, remained on Osamu Dazai's arm. The trace is gone, but the sense of pain is so clear and memorable. Every time when Osamu Dazai thought of her, It was like caressing against the cracks in the ceramics that had been repaired, missing the scars.
青の時代
The composition of the art refers to the poster of Perfect Blue.