IN LECSO I TRUST
(But with a few drops of anxyolitic I trust more)
Is the grass of the neighbour always greener?
Fast connections, instant messages, cheap judgements… We need few seconds to catalog somebody, without really know anything about. When we ask “How are you”, we really care about the answer? Is the grass of the neighbour really so green?
I don’t have paints
I don’t have pants