FALLEN SUPERHEROES
The outskirts of cities are strange places, architecturally empty but if you look deeply into them, there is life inside. The council flats are all the same, like human hives, where lives are a great variety of people, poor people, pensioners, traffickers, immigrants, apartment mice, workers, drug addicts and families. All there, together, to share the rot and the human degradation to which people have become addicted and in front of which they pass with extreme indifference. I was born here, the son of misunderstood artists, who preferred to escape from reality, but whether I like it or not, they […]
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