Myriam Mahiques

Factory. Fábrica

A factory in everywhere town. The toxic fumes, as always, green as I remember, the red blood of workers spreading through the bright walls and the clock on top of  everything, watching, counting minutes, looking at you with its diabolic red eye. And nobody around, just  trapped inside.
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