A Humming/Whirling Noise
When I arrived to the basement, I couldn’t see anything. A dense cloud of foam covered all. I covered my noise with my hand and walked carefully towards t...
When I arrived to the basement, I couldn’t see anything. A dense cloud of foam covered all. I covered my noise with my hand and walked carefully towards t...
The first time i encountered an image of Comala was in the written words of Juan Rulfo’s master piece Pedro Paramo (1955). I was fascinated by the poetica...