I want to tell about how things appear to be wrong and about vulnerable and at the same time strong people. I will show the gap between the normal and the awkward situations.
It could be the powerless and at the same time strong people who are coming, escaping the abnormal.
It can also be the dirt, the rubbish or those treated like junk. The garbage in the forest´s glare. The mug outside the shopping temple or the figures and letters that build a megacity or falling with wrinkles.
Some very important friends