criti·ciza·ble

Tidy, clean, ideal; potentially perfect.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t exist.

When the script is vague, life is a commedia, pure improvisation.

How can you fight against your feelings if your eyes are closed? Not to mention the horde of fake figures hidden in the folds of your fan;

they don’t fit for the job.

Venezia

Microfiction #5

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