ROSY BEYELSCHMIDT

CUTs
those fleeting ideas that flicker like fireflies in the twilight of our consciousness. As one embarks on this metaphorical ride, they are swept away by a current that ebbs and flows with the rhythm of their consciousness. The thoughts cascade like a waterfall, tumbling over one another in a chaotic yet beautiful symphony. Each phrase is a snapshot - a moment frozen in time - yet it is also part of an ever-changing landscape where clarity and confusion coexist. The mind becomes a vast theater where scenes from the past intermingle with dreams yet to be realized, all projected onto the canvas of existence.