Sketch n.8
Some song that don't seem to want to go away ever. This one was some boring, some hiper comercial thing.
Out, in the party, with some loud music on and someone talking, I didn't hear anything. Anything, but her. Dominant tune with a big question of the lyrics.
In the evening it was there, by my pillow, still playing.
This is an autoportrait collage of me, with her, on that day.
