This is my entry for #monomad challenge by 
January.
The worst month for me.
I can feel the smell of the death.
Bad vibration. Bad feeling about the destiny of the world.
People think only of themselves.
Our society is death.
We talk about 'social', I call them 'asocial' (only Hive is a bit different, ok, a bit of hope here).
I feel like that small trees.
Trees don't move.
It rains hard.
Cars pass fast on the highway.
Only grey around.
I have converted these pics in black and white, but it doesn't mind, reality was already black and white.
I ask, I don't have any answer.
I want to be the seed of a healthy anarchy, in front of crazy mental and social schemes, to rethink from the ground our style life.
I don't want series A deaths and series B deaths.
Hypocrisy, contradictions, violence, carelessness.
Leave me here, with knees deep in the ground. Still, under soft cold rain.
Seeds are always right.
Pictures taken with my heart.
05.01.2024
