[no name] - Formafew 

This piece is about how each dust tells a story and how the smallest bustle can awaken them.
People are like places. Sometimes, we know them by no name. But, it doesn't subtract them. They still ripple moments and create a (subjective) beauty, even with the dust. Afterall, most dust is dead skin.
People make the place. And, the place(ment) makes the people.
Music by Enoch Leung
ig: formafewarchives
Photo by Magdalena Stawowczyk
ig: in_frame._