«Moment When» what if this sinister living room is actually a bus stop where people wait for life to pass them by? Buzzing head, distorted colors, cracks in the ceiling — all gather in a bizarre blurry pattern. My bunny hat bleeds red and tears and sticks to the wound inflicted by my own flesh. The last thing I see before I pass out are padre's eyes, overflowing with madness and pain as the words escape his distorted lips: ‘Son, don’t you dare die in that bunny hat’ Gallery — Day 5 December 17th, 17:00 (+3 GMT) gleb.store