Truth traps you only in a small piece of its extension.

Black is gonna be back.

Life can be red or black.

Anesthetical beauty.

Uncomfortably seated.

They only awaken to sleep forever.

 

The zombies. Dead in life, feeding on the living to keep their death. 

Next stop expiring station.

Manners: Let the people out before going in.

Taking it all wrong can even make to miss a sun.

Robot clown, defeated.

Reality rusts.

The sun is broadcasting the everyday movie to our eyes.

A life trying not to try.

Danger signal for people falling in reflexes.

We're not what we remember.

A dish for two.

The train guy.

Bored of being bored,

he went to buy tobacco.

And never returned.

Robot family.

I can't remember the day I stopped remembering the future.

Kids jokes.

Homeless.

I'd rather be homeless and look at homes from the outside.

Robot plant, smell it you can't.

Not yet.

On the surface truth can be confused.

Jamais vu.

After the wind.

Summer.

Hands.

Cheese.

The underground.

Up, up, up.

Like fish out of the water.

When time freezes:

Memory burns forever.

Time made feelings grow fatter.

Ways of not seeing.

The incredible shrinking elephant.

Where drugs are hidden - kids version.

When I was young.

Window jumping cats.

Waiting for the wind.

Not lacking bread.

Beware the killer swans.

Focus.

The lone candle.

Soft body of wax.

Warm fire of hate.

A life spent burning.

Nothing left but smell of hate.

Don't go to the light.

Do you see the point?