NFT SERIES / JUN.2021 / HICETNUNC
The world was small then, and a thing was a thing, or it was nothing at all. Time moved so slowly you could wrap around your finger, feel it on your limbs, taste it in the food.
The air smelled like salt water and 2 pm, after the dust of the morning bustle settles. We were young then, and didn’t know the bliss of slowness - the comfort of a breath and the freedom in stillness,