‘While lighting himself a small wood fire, screwing in a bulb over his head, standing on a chair - he felt bereft of warmth. He cast his attention to his right-side, to look over his arm. He lit his eyes and frowned. The water starts to dribble and now his voice cracks open, ...’ Something on its way... Creating with the wonderful @violetbraeckman @charliespeeckaert Looking forward to showing more. Analogue pictures by myself and the renaissance woman @violetbraeckman <3