There are eyes crossing mine, every day. Smiles disguising horrors. Laughs so loud that can make a house shaking. Then I accidentally listen to the quickest movements and suddenly big truths strip the silky veils. When I catch dark lights right on a blink of an eye. What I truly
I was raised staring at my dad working on and with a Commodore 64. Sweet memories of a tiny little curious kid sitting on his lap for hours and hours. Besides being close to him, I only wanted to know how drawings of small drawers could be moved inside a magic box.
My wishes to everyone, shaped from Tai Sheridan’s work reflections.
Leave always your heart open, trust your feelings, follow your common sense. Love yourself and every piece will slot into the place where it has to be.
An awakening on reality which comes straight when you pull yourself back into normality.