i could only see 30 percent of your eyes.

introduction. sitting.

all around a round table

i felt you move. from copenhagen to arnhem to berlin, back to copenhagen, back to berlin.

i see the details of the mask that your fingers put on. the macro elements that you took time to piece together and complete and put over your face and how you smile and lift the yellow corners and the masks seems to have a life of it's own.

yellow = maybe

you owned it. that moment was full.

it's just one page.