pile of books. Home is where the heart is. But what if the heart get’s cold. No cosy surroundings at hand? Longing for words, ladders to your dreams - left behind; stars shining brightly. In hollow space. No ground left. Empty pages. Zero. Take a walk. Move. Reach out for a. Pile of books. There are so many left untouched, abandoned, open them up, browse.Dance in your mind. Step right in. Welcome
[Daniel Nufer]