About the person who wasn't happy

How the blind horde of people killed a cameraman.

Inspired by Van Gogh's Starry Night

There comes the time when you get devoured by the whirling ocean of burdens. Lying there like an immovable chunk of thoughts, thinking of yourself as a letdown.

Thinking about death and what you gonna leave to this world as a heritage,

Settling down after your darkest days

An allegory to losing a friend

A little story about the Sun and the Black Hole From https://proza.ru/2021/07/05/660